Orison

I choose to stay in such a trust in you, if it could be called one,

Notwithstanding all circumstances indicating that all has been done –

Yet to no desirable effect, oh such a wearisome misery!

If a hope had been bestowed, a hope it should remain to be.

Oh please, remember me who at times had been good and obedient

It might not be always and I’ve never been consistent

But please, do remember me, now before you a humble suppliant

Whom you love all the time with a love so pure and pleasant.

At times I’d been thinking of turning for help to your adversary

For they said he can bear a hand but it’s not for free

And knowing all imaginable prices to pay and the fact that he hates me –

To destroy me in such a deal would be his great opportunity.

What I am asking of you is not for myself as you know,

Partially it may be and I humbly bow to you so low

Oh, please do not turn your back, hear me out redeemer,

One last appeal, what is it to you and your great power?

For where should a man or woman turn to if life hits rock bottom?

But to a father’s shoulder or a mother’s bosom

And father and mother you are, I know you cannot bear-

To see an evil ruined child who was once so good and fair,

For what do time and life’s persecution together do to a mere child

But to turn its pure heart into a stone so dark and wild.

So with all humility I am on my knees my savior

Hopeful for a chance to gain both your mercy and favor

So that the one I love will be spared through consideration,

You are my one last hope and only redemption.