To Fly. Poem by Cecilia Parkin
To Fly.
Oh Lord, let me fly - my heart be free
Of dogma and habit styfling me.
Let me walk always as you would walk,
Let me talk - as you would talk.
Let compassion be my guide,
Laughter, good humour close beside.
Lord, hard as I try to do your will -
Let me fly and be free,
To refind me.
I could use this prayer in a second, but I'm not sure if you meant 'refind' or 'refine' at the end. I don't really feel right critiquing anyone's prayer, but for me (since you did post it publicly here) , the last line could be a bit more strong and natural.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/14/2026 2:58:13 PM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
We all have to find ourselves, Cecilia, and possibly to refind many times. Lovely prayer. Sincerely Ernestine