Let these words of mine speak of me
Even as they speak
Of what they do speak
For they are written in a language
That could not have been written
By none other but me
Wait as I may
Blessed like night and day
Without a will is without a way
Be sure to remind me of this day
When among the starts I lay
For it will come to pass
All that I say
With this will I will walk
And never stop by the way
Till I say thanks for this prayer that I now pray
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem