I used to believe in white chargers and in chain-mail knights;
Had faith that God, the Universe – Whatever –
Would come a-galloping to save the day.
I weep for jaded angels and for melting unicorns,
For those wings of mine that first refused to sprout
Then failed to feather; for the Silver Ladder
You promised you’d let down so I could climb.
But you didn’t – did you – ever?
Today I prayed my final ever prayer
Addressed to God, the Universe – Whatever –
Abba, my Father, why hast thou forsaken me?