Poems for Jesus: #2

So long I spoke to you in thees and thous
And searched for tongues of kings of Camelot
With which to offer praise and swear my vows -
Some words to let a soul uncram its thought!
I prayed, a psalter's rolling sonorous
"Lord Christ, do not desert this heart your home,
And with your presence, honor us,"
But could not say, "Jesus, I feel alone!"
With longing to distill that God-ache blurred
By trite dull rhymes and bare-boned lexicons
I plucked at words my cradle never heard
But wept to find each lovely phrases's bonds:
No simile could make make a Truth alive,
But in that ash, a child's hope's revived.
That language briefly and lowly charms a king,
And simple words in heaven longest ring.