All English Sonnets
MY FRIEND JESUS
You may be God’s darling – Mary’s son,
But I am worried about my harsh malaise;
I look for pain’s remedy, you for praise
Of your commandments. But it matters none.
To you that I am anxious. Everyone
Like you is occupied with rescue
Of sinful souls, forgiveness. And you
Are talking of Great God’s kingdom own.
O! great messenger! holy, pious, wise,
What sort of love is this in your reign
You could my follies numerous; give advice
But unaffected by my woes remain.
True friend is one who in sin or hellish vice,
Is present – , counsels not and shares pain.