Leafy-with-love banks and the green waters of the canal br Pouring redemption for me, that I do br The will of God, wallow in the habitual, the banal, br Grow with nature again as before I grew. br The bright stick trapped, the breeze adding a third br Party to the couple kissing on an old seat, br And a bird gathering materials for the nest for the Word br Eloquently new and abandoned to its delirious beat. br O unworn world enrapture me, encapture me in a web br Of fabulous grass and eternal voices by a beech, br Feed the gaping need of my senses, give me ad lib br To pray unselfconsciously with overflowing speech br For this soul needs to be honoured with a new dress woven br From green and blue things and arguments that cannot be proven.