God, give me strength to accept
Peacefully the share of suffering
Allotted to me;
Never to call the pain that
Creeps into my soul an intruder
Or a guest.
The room in which I dwell
Is well-lit, and open.
And give me strength not to
Become proud, for joy,
For those moments of bliss
When I took the world
Into a lover’s
Embrace
Nerves of a leaf, sparkling
Of the river’s surface, odour
Of lime-trees in bloom, a shell
Buried in the sand, clouds
Amassed against
Dark background of the sky.
All of that is so real
That it surely is within me.
I am weak. That’s why I talk.