THAT ONE IS YOU.
Silence is the altar in which I worship thee,
and tears; the offerings of my seniling soul.
I know not what are the trends of worship,
nor the etiquette of devotion.
I only know that I hold back nothing,
and seek not with any lusty cravings.
What you bless
I pride that
and what you don’t,
I humbly suffer.
Who or what can ail my woes
or hang my fears unto death?
I know only ‘one’
and that ONE is ‘you’.