Infant Dependence

This noisy world cannot supply
more Holy sound than infants cry;
for darlings sincere sonancy
laments a true dependency.
Weakness calls on one more strong,
without you near I am undone.

Now head frocked grey, in life’s clenched fist,
once strong now weak our cries persist;
poor weeping souls in prayer we bleed,
decrying brokenness and need.
Weakness calls on one more strong,
without you here I am undone.