Judgment Day

(Found here)

Yes, that’s how I was,

I know that face,

That bony figure

Without grace

Of flesh or limb;

In health happy,

Careless of the claim

Of the world’s sick

Or the world’s poor;

In pain craven –

Lord, breathe once more

On that sad mirror,

Let me be lost

In mist for ever

Rather than own

Such bleak reflections,

Let me go back

On my two knees

Slowly to undo

The knot of life

That was tied there.

~R. S. Thomas