Somewhere along I tripped
And something jammed inside of me
And it is only with the most careful picking
That I can jimmy it open
There is a key
But I have forgotten where.
I am waiting for the time when all which is jammed in me
Will be released, and I will flow
Instead of trickling, or gushing, or running dry
And instead of relentless quarrel and innumerable setback,
There will be harmony and steady progress.
This time can’t be too far off
At least, I know I will see it,
Because I repented
And day by day, the miracle unfolds
Like flowers
Like corn
Someday, you will bless me,
And my life will know thee in all aspects.
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