How do my quaking knees not buckle, as they wish,
To plead with God in heaven for your swift return?
For while you’re absent, so “are all my joys at once,”
As in your presence, once, my heart was ever glad.
An earlier version of this was posted as last week’s poem; in the comments there Maria pointed out a serious weakness, and it took a fairly thorough, wholesale revision (including a change in meter) to address it within the constraints of formal poetry, and I decided to post the revised version today.
As always, I earnestly welcome your (further) comments, suggestions, questions, critique, or other feedback about this or any other part of my work. (In other words, if you liked this poem, or you didn’t like it, or it made you think of something, or … please leave a comment to let me know.) If you liked this, you can follow this blog, which includes one of my poems every Friday, or read other poems I’ve written here on my blog (starting with yesterday’s archive installment, since the full archive is by now, at well over a hundred poems, somewhat daunting); I’d especially like to know, as part of my preparations for a collection, which poems you think are my best. You may also share this poem with others, subject to my sharing policy.
The updated version of this poem is now mirrored on my wiki; WEbook appears to be down as of this writing.
- Poetry Archive: Volume VII: Faith (Part 6) (shinecycle.wordpress.com)
- “Be thou with me” (shinecycle.wordpress.com)