Saturday, April 18, 2015

Before my life ends in ruin, please descend to me mercifully

So far I have been talking to You God,

Bringing my cares and worries to you every day,

The rest of heart in the comfortable sling of submission

The benefits of coming to you when praying.

Worrying still haunts me though.

I have not let go of the concerns of the world.

The example of the lilies and the sparrows,

The grass covering green over an open space

Does not keep me from continuing to notice

My bank account empty, my debts,

And fretting about a resolution.

Please, Dear Lord, Mother-God, aid

My efforts to establish my self

Before all that I could do

Is nothing but a memory of failure,

A year that it did not rain.

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