In the Wheat ~ Songs in Your Presence
And didn't You grow tired
of my constant pleas
for help in geometry?
What compass could we ever have used
to see us through the flood tides
of Your generosities
over all those years?
Had we been born five years earlier
we would have had to crawl out
on the battlefields of war,
but there we were, sitting quietly
reading about soldiers
who had returned
to wall themselves in cloisters—
and their abandon fired ours
all the more.
Could it be that You spoiled us
like You spoiled no others
because a War had just been waged
and even You needed boyish consolation
during those distorted days.