Sonnet 21/3/93                                        CDXLIX



                I seek for faith, but find only fair words

                That promise future bliss: I have not seen

                The hand of God on page. Yet, hearing birds

                In morning song, I search for what they mean.

                I seek for hope, but find only despair

                In all the pain religion brings. What gain,

                To suffer for my God? Can I repair

                The past, or alter others? Is that sane?

                I seek for love, but find I offer more

                Than Heaven sends me. Am I to believe

                That this is fair reward? Must heart ignore

                All passion, and suffer death, to receive?

                 I seek, and do not find: Yet I still search,

                 For what I have not found in any church.