The Black Jack King is nowhere to be seen

Sitting with his feathers to preen

Watching and longing but never seeing or getting

Only the restlessness of a godless fretting

For the flesh and the unholy devil carps

Against those angelic harps

That play for loves restless game

But never get to say my name.

He’s nowhere and nothing now

Overtaken by other considerations how

The mind leaps and seeks to be free

As it seeks the reality of the Holy See

Seeking to be everywhere with the Lord the God

Who have His life and rested under the sod

That all human loves would be overwhelmed

And I to eternity would be always to send

My love so precious and revered

A souls redeemed and forever saved…