Prayer Of The Meek
My Lord, please set my heart to make amends,
Fill me words of truth, not of one deranged,
Make me so meek towards some estranged friends,
Whose tongues to scorpions' tails have so exchanged;
Let not my pen be sharper than their swords,
My coat, make not of more colors than theirs,
Give me wisdom as modesty affords,
I only act for good, my heart declares;
I drank perfumes to scent the words I spoke,
And closed my eyes to purify my thoughts,
With fettered hands, to burden I did yoke,
My pen, not sharp enough to make onslaughts;
……My Lord, make me as light where so I pass,
…..Or let me fly so not to tread the grass.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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