Hans Kung (1928–2021)

History, I repeat, will save us, if we honestly search for
Antidotes to restore our dying church. I’m spent.
No more catechesis, kerygma or impassioned speech left.
Straw? All straw? Maybe, but I refuse to accept the impending

Knell. Haven’t I too run the good race? Kept the faith
Under scathing scrutiny, escaped the ludicrous charges.
Now I endure the dark leap across. Eloi, eloi. Abba. You
Give me more time than I wanted. To study prayer. And pray.