And...Let Somebody Else Help You Poem by Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar

For the devil you planned the candle-end
and you didn't give the candle to God,
so already stumbling on the threshold,
you broke your leg and fell down the stairs,

you paled
and you promised loud:

- God! If you will help me
I will never offend you.
Rescue me! I am in need.

And God looked from the sky and He said:
- Your need is miserable,
because for yourself you ask, so
you aren't having God in your heart.

You are an egoist!
you didn't give me the candle,
it be a herdsman
of black sheep, now.

Let a fiend help you
what you gave him
the candle-end, and I meanwhile
will go to adjust the watch...

for your fate.