The Ideal

I have devoted myself

with unswerving dedication

to the ideal of the Altar

at the Shrine.

O mountaintop Mercy,

O pinnacle of Presence, I divine,

ordain you to be mine,

please, give way to my Visions of you,

for doubt seeps in through the cracks,

spoils every drop of water,

ruins what resolve

I have left in me.

It’s gone.

When that certitude whose veil

is tranquility is gone, I’m

gone, I am broken

in my faith, in my belief.