Return, O Son of Man!
Return to the Dust
which cries to you:
you have wept with tears of men;
I weep also:
one tear for you is hard-wrung from my dusty eyes.
The Lord is grieved with a man’s heart.
This I have felt with sudden knowing.
I am appalled; I faint;
I cannot bear the wounding.
It was I, Lord.
If I have sinned,
now I beseech you
return me good for evil:
that your goodness may be enlarged.
Fit me to walk the holy path with you.
I will go down,
the paths of death
to the halls of life;
what is the valley of the shadow of death,
if you are with me?…
If you want to read the rest of the poem, it’s here.