Errand Boy

Do you remember Sire the moment
Whence from Thee I did depart?
Was I wistful, who tore me away
From Thy feet my world to stay?

Too sudden this fall into Time,
Too unlike Thy haven’s clime.
Am still dazed in stupor’s shock
Can’t find clue my memory to unlock.

What villain’s poison-laced words
Slithered to Thy heart as whispers?
What malice could endure there,
Thy sun-bright realm to impair?

O were there not few to speak
For us who Thou were to forsake?
Did we transgress some sacred law
Or speak bitter of imagined flaw?

But it baffles me to think thus
For I would dwell by Thee without fuss.
O what flaw of there did I glean,
For even this green patch is pristine!

Was it some mission I in error
Volunteered to confront earthly terror?
O Thou could have put some sense
Before the journey I could commence.

Did I speak with dramatic flair
Of imagined heroics without compare?
O Thou knowest me for a fool
Never dispatch me far as a rule.

What business could I possibly have
Here, of me neither wise nor brave?
O take me back to the cherished station
At Thy feet, my highest designation.

O Sire, am only Thy errand boy
On sundry works to briefly deploy.
If I should sulk near Thee some day
Remind me this is all I pray.

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