Rocky Lagou

Dost Thou Still See Me?

He said He’d spit me out, dear God,

My tang is bittersweet.

My Father to whom I pray(ed) to,

But dost Thou still see me?

 

Stoic still in the front row pew,

‘Neath the glaring wash lights.

Uncertain in the haze today;

Tomorrow’s sin alights.

 

If I am the salt of the earth,

Consume me as I am.

For I falter at your ciphers–

Which claims my kind be damned!

 

I believe(d) thee all-embracing –

But I question your grace.

On dark nights I earnestly search

To see your holy face.

 

On the thin line ‘twixt Sky and Hell,

My pleas become pressing.

If I be lukewarm, spare me the fate.

For I need to know if Thou still see me!