Outlive

Come and see Your tired girl,
sincerely down begging now,
please grant me, oh Lord,
Your precious thoughts and words,
before I don’t have the strength,
no longer to be able to ask again.

Hear plainly how I can speak, everyone,
childish boards and pieces wisely put away,
leaving what reigned at this fork on my road,
we who love clearly got something to say,
over us as warm sunshine with cool breezes,
a father’s care only today realized in gratitude.

Then I am suddenly shaken to my very core,
bravely reaching up from bruised knees,
why I was given life took all comers by surprise,
including You it seems, according to our loud fools,
steady pushes eventually create tiny cracks of opposition,
listening was correctly feared as the cure for Your poison.

My pesky trouble has continually been that I pay attention,
learning under the great teacher shown through humility,
after our dusty old books are vainly written and read past,
the first shall know much better than our mediocre last,
bestowing kinship among the dark arts of honor and justice,
when those wrangling twin sisters finally finish their ominous battle.