Apostasy

With alacrity now, I give up That, which my belief once usurped To my thirst like a cup However, the longing never stopped Deem not, a-going astray My new will to not Genuflect, statutorily and pray To that in marble or ivory wrought I have not traded the missal For a bride’s love nor wedlock’s ring But my early truth, in a trickle Hast dripped; a new faith, entering Yet, methinks am gone astray For the new truth, sounds several leagues away