untitled 05/03/2003
In solitude I prayed that you might guide me; But deep within I yearned for my desire, And circumstances now have nigh decried me, Demanding that I upwardly aspire: For always have I waited for your plan, So loathe to follow earthly aspirations; Yet never was I led toward other than A pleasant and expected destination; But this, the path that now before me lies, Though truly it is no precarious road, Has taken me completely by surprise: This blossom did not spring from seeds I sowed. And yet,... Sign in to see full entry.