In shame is man conceived, through pain is born, <br />And brief the time upon this earth he goes <br />In life inconstant, full of fears and woes. <br />He dies, a shadow by the sun forlorn. <br /> <br />And yet from such a man (O Endless God, <br />Within Thyself glorified and blissfully <br />Living through Thyself) almost wistfully <br />Dost Thou desire--from him!--both love and laud. <br /> <br />Wondrous the works of Thy charity are, <br />At which Cherubim (comprehension's crest) <br />Wonder bemused and righteous burns afar <br />The flame, the Seraphim, in love's sweet zest. <br /> <br />O most Holy Lord, would that we too had, <br />To give thee back, that which thou have hast bade!<br /><br />Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-ii-6/
