411. BLOW, LORD, BLOW

Blow, Lord, blow
If you see, Lord, the flame
   Of aspiration-cry.

O Lord, I’ve tried and tried
   But my desire-friend
   Allows me not to claim You
   As my own, very own.

My desire-friends make me feel
   You are my Lord and not my Friend.
O my Lord Supreme, grant that I may feel You
   As my old Friend,
   My own reality’s only Friend.