I am a confirmed atheist, yet teach me my God to bless, to pray
On the mystery of the withered autumn leaf, on the splendor of grass
On the freedom to see, to feel, to breathe,
To know, and gain on the knowledge of the past, to wish, to fail, to live
Teach my ware out blistered lips blessing and song of praise,
Renewing my time each morning, each night, each moment
Let my day be as good as yesterday
Let my day be for me simply a happy habit without the harshness of a strife
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