I sail by my life in a small walnut shell,
Without any sails, only rowin'.
The waves are not gentle, and I'm under a spell,
The stormwind keeps whistlin' and blowin'
But I have a prayer that gives me so much,
Here's it: "Flawless God and my Fate,
I bless you for that I won't be out of touch
With Pain, with the Love, with the Hate.
Don't let me despair when I can't believe
Or when I've made up all my ills...
My feelings can make me write poems - and live -
Guard me from the Calmness that kills!"
And then I am glad and I feel almost free,
And in my notebook there's a note:
"The God is a tree, He's a lofty nut tree
'Cause a walnut shell is my boat"...
The Prayer
© Copyright: Маринка Живая, 2005
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