Oh LORD,
I lay in repose from the tragedy of the youth I spent.
I pray for order in my life from the losses I have endured.
Save me from the axe that grinds at dawn.
Save me from the wicket that smears my walls.
Save me from the measures that seek to squelch my fervor.
I lay in bed and count the stars;
Where do they all come from and where do I go tomorrow?
I ask that there be more cups of friendship among the stars.
Save me from the weather that seeks to destroy my home.
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