My Prayer for Thee
Oh, Lord Thou art my only Love
dearest, Thou art my True Love Dove
i treasure me in Thy Vector
and feel me blessed in my daily concerns
i know this is only hellish Earth
temporarily and no eternal worth

only Thy Signs and Thy Spoken Words
i have absorbed and am absorbing still
Thy Holy Words and Thy Only Will
naturally, i have learned eversince
i learned to see Thee as my Holy Prince
to listen to Thee as my Holy Father
to hear Thy Words than rather
turn my sight to satan's rites

Thou art The Only One i worship
Thou art The Only One i am praying to
Thou art The Only One, Thou art my All
Thou art this side and the reverse side of my All
Thou art my whole side of my All
Thou stand above my Darling
Thou stand above my Beloved
Thou stand above my Beloved Ones
Thou stand above my Alls

Thou art The Holy Father
The Holy Son
and The Holy Ghost
i am a humble woman
i asked for three special sons
Thou gave me three special sons
i knocked and asked for love, life and food,
Thou opened
and gave me love, life and food
for my family, my Life's destiny
i asked still, Thou gave me constantly

i could not fight
Thou gave me strength, Thou gave me Power
i grow stronger by the hour

Thy words are Divine
i am craving for Thee, Oh Holy Mine
i am all Thine and Thou art Mine

forgive this humble heart of me
for every sin i have done to Thee

i pray to Thee for every soul i met
i thank Thee for Thy mercy i get
from Thy Holy and Forgiving Heart

i nestle in Thy thermal
i warm me in Thy vernal
i warm me in Thy embrace
No my Lord, i would not race

i feel me ablaze, every time i praise Thee
and pray to Thee, my Lord
blessed feel i get for each of Thy Word

My Lord, My eternal Love-Superiour
Thou art my heavenly Father
i am your constant love-warrior
Thou art in Heaven
hallowed be Thy Name
Thy Kingdom come
on earth as it is in Heaven
Amen

PS. Especially posted for dear Tahirih


© SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN
Tuesday 8th July 2014

I hated high school
And the image of popularity
What a waste of dear time
Pretending to be perfect
It takes far too long

I would rather be flawed
Dangerous
Unpredictable
Rugged and ****

I never liked the 'perfect girl'
I liked the girl with the cigarette and leather jacket
And the shorter hair
Who looked at me and winked
And agreed to skip school for coffee and ***
Who cares if we just met?

I admire the free girls
But unfortunately, common parents
Will scream when they hear
Their daughter likes gauges
Or tongue piercings
Because magazines will make you believe
You have to be pink and tiny to be ****

Poor brainwashed mothers and fathers
They expect
Expressive reform
And a staunch to true personality

Sacrificing yourself for the pleasure of others
Is the surest way to confirm your existence
As nothing more than a name and face
Imprisoned under false authoritative rule
Why not escape from this place
Where beauty is structured
Fold
Into yourself
Where beauty is a matter of expression