Whether I kneel or sit in prayer
These people know me
only in the thin hymns of
the mind, in the arid sermons
and prayers. I am the live God,
nailed fast to the old tree
of a nation by its unreal
tears. I thirst, I thirst
for the spring water. Draw it up
for me from your heart’s well and I will change
it to wine upon your unkissed lips.
R.S. Thomas (1913-2000), Ann Griffiths (1776-1805).