The Fault

There must be consequences; this I know.
But do not let them come today, O Lord.
On other days let venging tempests blow;
Today's a day that I cannot afford.
I know of course no man can pick the hour
Of his comeuppance, nor shall know the day,
But I ask not as if by my own power
I could cause a dilation or delay,
But rather plead for mercy. Let it be
Another time, some other day, and I
Will be as quiet as a lamb, and see
Only true justice in it, nor ask why.
But let it not be now, let me have this
This one suggestive moment of true bliss.