What He Will Take... Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

above the city still lead fogs.
a neat and untidy inhabitant is sleeping,
in order to wait until morning in the sleep.

everyone will come off,
where he can and where he has,
if he gets up.

what the new day will bring?
whether more it will give,
for what already has,

whether less for,
what forgot
about the prayer?

and Mr Sebastian
doesn't worry about it,
only he is saying, that

what God will give - he will take it.
What He will take - won't give it back.
because, so there is a life.

And now, I know
that he won't certainly
pay me back the debt.