Alas I sinWith this joy I sing—The whispering in my Shadow’s inn These “facts” and deeds, my constant yearnLay inside my veins, intensely earned:A space to fill, instill with vain Liquid so sweet, salt with bruteLips of mango, among tropical fruitSuch pleasure often, I dabble in I sing my hymnTwas sung to Him:The High of … Continue reading Hymn Of The Sinner