Vanity in the bough Vanity in the briar, So saith the preacher And prays his prayer. 5 God lies knotted in the bower. Kisses, sweet messes and delight, Sings the cold widow who lives by the bay, On these my thoughts drink dry the day, My hungry body feasts the night. 10 God lies knotted in the bower. Priest and widow one pulpit share And body and soul are tight, What one rasps to the empty air The other laughs in the dark. 15 God lies knotted in the bower.
From the collection "The Rose Lasso"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.