57 (forgive my languor o lord)

FORGIVE MY languor, O Lord,

if ever I lag behind

upon life's way.

Forgive my anguished heart

which trembles and hesitates

in its service.

Forgive my fondness

that lavishes its wealth

upon an unprofitable past.

Forgive these faded flowers

in my offering

that wilt in the fierce heat

of panting hours.