Splattered and smeared I have seen
Stones and stones with blood.
The agony in the faces,
The horror in the eyes,
The unspeakable torment that boils
In sabre-ridden entrails of night.
I have seen O Lord I have seen.
These are but glimmers that rise:
Moments of pity and fear.
Ours are passions that fleet –
Weeds that fuel
Some flames that fade.
Forgive us this day our sins
So that we may others forgive.
Beyond all sneers and howls of pain
Beyond all measures of debit and gain
Thine is the icon that bears
As scars, the price of our sins.
I know not what hope is left
For us that are reared in doubt.
Here we but toil and wait
Till thorns and nails have cleansed
The dross that shrouds our state.