On Earth, the bare facts
are about as scarce
as moon rocks:
ambivalence,
uncertainty,
disinterest—all exist;
bewilderment
runneth over; rage and horror
are the grist.
So, with far too much
to pray for and not enough
worth saving,
let us hold off
on salvation, and instead
solicit grace.
For, though we don't
deserve a pardon,
we may
get a salve
against our self-
loathing.
We may not
transcend this world
"body and soul,"
but we might walk
around in it
"body and clothing."
