My Lord,
Just as the reosebush that is pruned
Offers flowers the more exquisite,
And the river that is blocked
Channels a more daring course,
So the brutal rebuffs
Of blind ingratitude
Call forth from You
A brighter Light, broader Smile
And mightier Delight.
Fed a year-long diet of futile failure,
Your Life-Tree bursts forth
In a profusion of flaming
Fragrance-beauty-blossoms.