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.