Wash me,Cleanse me of my sins

          As the past rushes in an

             overwhelming swell.

           The tide of green waters

       tears through agonies of yesternight......

   Atavistic jealousies,ragings of people

       who with hated dread

 slash through knee-deep weeds,

             slush and gore

   to meet the imagined foe......

               Wash me as I soak in my blood

                             to cleanse

                      them of their sins.......

                    That glowing swirl of fire,

                            a distant star

                        is born to burn the sins

                   of those who once I knew as my own 

                      Sears through the soul

  to scorch all in its presence.....tears through the womb......

               till I am calmed,benumbed......

          But  many miles yet till the goal is reached......

                 My star must wait till I reach it......

               I'm not ready to answer your call,my god.......

                           Shall I ever be...??