R. Sue’s brilliant question:
Who would it be? Can you think of one? Or three?
It’s not that I am so good or fine
But that I sense the loss of the spark divine
In whatever mortal blood it did once reside.
The answer is Every Man
And when you find with your heart ‘nay your eyes
That he is true
Your would to will a posture finds
No less comfort in the deepest bow
From the divine in me to the divine in you.