Summon me, my God,

to a death down deep.

 In the fresh furrow of this day,

bury the small cask of my life.

And if I struggle hard

against the mercy that sows me,

afraid of the dark

and all I lose by dying,

count out for me

the cost of my fear:

the green withheld,

the fruit unborne,

the damage done

by desiring too little.

Summon me, my God,

from life seeded on the surface

to death down deep today.