Without You I am lamentably destitute-
terminably marked by the calamitous judgement of man.
Yet, where are my accusers
who pronounce my doom?
There are none…it is only I
and my hideous pride
which enfeebles my receptive capacity
and transmittal fervor of charity
Cast out and cast down,
But only in a linear memory,
For the reality is inexplicably otherwise.
With You I am divinely animated-
liberally vivified by the beatific justice of God.