I’ve asked much from the universe,
expecting, like a child,
that forces outside my control,
untamed, feral and wild,
would take a hand, and mold my life
in ordered, simple ways.
Such is the expectation
of most people, when they pray.
But my petition now has changed;
I listen, more than speak,
and hope for nothing sure, except
reminders where I’m weak.
The universe can bless or curse;
to me, they are the same.
Just tests from different teachers,
with only myself to blame.
Again, I ask the universe
to contemplate my role,
and where required, make changes
that may benefit the whole.
Much more than that, I cannot ask,
nor really, do I need,
except a blessing to move at
a self-determined speed.
04 APR 2004