A Need to Kneel
I have a need to kneel, though it is hard
To formulate just why this should be so.
Why fall upon my knees? It's not as though
The dignity of upright stance is barred
To those who seek for truth. Yet, who can guard
False pride upon his knees? To dropp below
My normal height is once again to know
The trust that children share and men discard.
I cannot run away upon my knees;
I canot fool myself that I am there
For anything but longing to appease
My fundamental essence that would share
Its dropp of life with life's far greater seas,
Which, on my knees, can be expressed as prayer
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