I thank you O my body for these years And all that you have borne of my abuse, The excesses of youth, desire filled, And illnesses that I allowed to pass Through the subtle envelope protecting me. I worked for him, the father that I loved Pushing you past the limits of your strength, Servant of my soul, the spirit's home.
I thank you for the days that I have left For the eternal moment that is now And for the future and these sleep filled hours Of quiet and regenerating sleep. I shall care for you, no longer to despoil The temple ground, the sacred inner site, The hearth in which the holy fire burns.
Poems Undated (1727)
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