My Lord transform my failures, Transform my disappointments. Turn it into a flowery perfume That can please you alone Let your greatness shine Through poetry Let love be my motto From now on.
I have made a mistake An overspending on risk I shall throw them into the fire Let it's scent be as sweet as wine And if others are not pleased I shall offer it to you, Lord I shall offer it to you
I don't want to be a prisoner of the other Not even of my own family I want to be free like Superman And follow the path that leads to you I shall use the books I bought As a map towards your glory And I shall make new maps To guide others to you
Bless the earth underfoot the breeze on my neck the still dawn the open sky the feather fall the beetle climb the crow call the swift fly the cloud drift the rising sun the golden field the river run the grass seed the ripe plum
Bless this breath this body this good earth this new day
It drips from my eyes and spills into the fire; Ink I stare past it to the world that was once breathing, to the people who greeted it in the morning My bare foot slides in the dirt, drawing a circle, then stops The other mimics it I hold my hands out before me, they bare the offering The ink begins to stain my skin It's poring out. My fingers are melting, and they release it it falls for eternity into the flame