Unworthy
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My hands would pluck you stars and let you place
These red hots, stellar candies, on your tongue
To cool them. Then my arms would sweep through space
To gather heavenly bodies God has strung
For men in love, the men themselves and for
Their lovers. Planets, comets, moons, and rings
Would be assembled from the widest shore
And pile them up in front of you with wings
Donated by archangels in their ranks,
By seraphim and cherubim untold.
The angels all arranged in willing ranks
Would freely offer heaven sevenfold.
..Take all of these from me. Then dissolve them.
….Forget our sins. White Christ will absolve them.