I try to pray Your will
be done, but can’t help
hoping that at least on
this occasion, your will
might coincide with mine.
But if that cannot be,
I pray for courage and
for joy in my acceptance.
Was I a fool to allow myself
to reach this point of tragedy
and pain? Was it unwise
to entrust my life to weak
and wayward men?
I fall down on the stony earth
and pray with passion to
the ground of my whole being.
Here I unite the human and divine,
my short life with the work
I have to do for all eternity.
If it is not possible for this prayer
to be granted or even to be
described as wise, I’ll rise
to meet whatever comes,
to risk all, dare all, gladly
choosing to be a fool for God.