Edenic

Upon these banks where You fashion’d my soul, Please pronounce again your Divine blessing, “It is not good for Dave to be alone!” Upon my soul, this ongoing freedom To be my own man, set my schedule, Stare through my four walls while writing sonnets Has grown old. Re-create my soul to give Itself unreservedly to her heart. Knead the clay comprising me to remove Stones of self-absorption and impatience, Stubborn insistence that my will prevail. Give me a generous heart that invests In her success. Purify my soulish Pools that she sees Your reflection through me.