Miserere

It is the spot of grace
That I address,
The shiver of the angel
At your core,
The place
Where you are God --

Comfort me.

You see how scorched I am;
You see I burn
Without relief or rescue,
Without help.
Only
You can help me.

Give me ease.

Your gentleness must grieve
At this harsh blaze,
Your kindness wish to succor --
Rain on me.
Divine,
You carry peace

Within you --

Rain on me.