Every night when I kneel to pray,
I ask the Lord to keep me this way.
Through tired eyes and thoughts sometimes hazy
I ask to remain just a little bit crazy.
When I wake in the morning, I realize,
the very moment I open my eyes,
that my prayer was sincere as it could be.
I want to remain just a little bit zany.
What a hum-drum life, like some I see,
would mine be if I wasn't a little bit daffy?
How many thoughts would I not have known
If I surmised what the world had me clone?
Yes, I know that God hears me and answers my prayer,
I'm a little bit batty and I'm still here.
Some think I'm unbalanced, and slightly mad,
But they've not lived the rich, life that I have,
Nor thought the thoughts of a lunatic.
No, I'm not unsound, less hopeful, or sick,
I know where I'm going with my fanciful thinking
With pure clarity and eyelids unblinking,
I trudge myself forth with a purpose in mind,
To live like I'm crazed, not adhere to the grind.
It may sound preposterous, but steadfast I remain,
To see life's full potential through visions insane.
It reminds me of a character's pray in Evelyn Waugh's 'Brideshead revisited': 'God, please make me good, but just not yet'. Lol. Nice write. Julia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an insane mind is clear only when it successfully shuts out the surrounding chaos. but it's the gradually developing implosion that we're worried about. great poem, christine.