Source of all we hope or dread   Sheepdog, jackyl, rattler, swan   We hunt your face and long to trust   That your hid mouth will say again let there be light   A clear new day      But when we thirst in this dry night   We drink from hot wells poisoned with the blood of children   And when we strain to hear a steady homing beam   Our ears are balked by stiffled moans   And howls of desolation from the throats of sisters, brother, wild men   Clawing at the gates for bread      Even our own feeble hands   Aim to seize the crown you wear   And work our private havock through   The known and unknown lands of space      Absolute in flame beyond us   Seed and source of dark and day   Maker whom we beg to be   Our mother father comrade mate      Til our few atoms blow to dust   Or form again in wiser lives   Or find your face and hear our name   In your calm voice the end of night   If dark may end   Wellspring gold of dark and day   Be here, be now