O great creator of Being,
Grant me time to perfect my art.
Provide me sustenance.Let me be
Guided by your gentle, healing Light.
Help me in my endless solitude.
Help me in my mundane, aimless tasks.
Help me to purify and sweeten
The common word. Help me to survive
In this soulless, modern wilderness:
Where all the dark hucksters seem to thrive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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