Fragment 8

To you God
I raise my hands in prayer
My work
My ambition
My silence
I raise my hands in prayer
To you God
I bow myself
Like a monk prostrate on the cold floors
Asking for wisdom
Asking for guidance
Asking for mercy
I raise my soul in prayer
I leave my body stripped of desire
I leave everything to you
To you God
Take charge of my life
I am hopeless
I am loveless
I am empty
I am blown away
I am light
I am consumed
I am a well without water
I am nothing
To you God
I give up everything
I am yours.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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