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18

 

Song of Myself

 

 

Going my way
with the Name of my Master
on my lips,
with the presence of my Beloved
(oh, beyond fairness)
in my heart.
 
Behold me, one who loves adversity, who
welcomes defeat;
who is bent upon loss,
and is eager to strip himself of possession of himself.
 
I am ready to laugh with you in your joy;
to weep with you in your tears.
But my laughter and weeping have no meaning
except in His love.
 
What I say from myself
has not the minutest particle of value;
But what I say because of Him,
do not take that lightly,
or be absent
when it is said.
 
And oh,
tell GOD in your prayers
(if you pray),
that I do not know how much longer I can endure
this pain, ...
But that if He removes it, even for a moment,
I will never again call Him compassionate.
 
Francis Brabazon
 

 

Reprinted by special permission from “Proletarians ... Transition”

 

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