i thank you, though it is a silly act
to praise the providence unlike the moonin size and strength increasing and decreasing
but shines consistently like that mighty sun
unaffected by the drifting clouds
nor bullied even a bit
by the transient permanent change in season!
keep me away from running after success in personal
professional, or spiritual kind, uprooting from my soulthat weed, that inclination for sainthood
the tempter secretly sows in moments of my slumber!
assist me with your grace to be still, perfectly still
like that pond heron standing on one leg!press me hard with pain, your grace until
in you i am well grafted
leaving behind, and loosing
from my mind the thought of my growth
or, that greater fruit bearing!
No comments:
Post a Comment