A Prayer

This night my sole appeal

I have a claim to your zeit

Foresaw this ideal

How would it feel right

Hold my verb for true

Trust we’re both kin

Saw myself through you

Past both flesh and skin

May this imprudent plea

Reach all created spheres

My finite self dares agree

With the cyclic gears

May this imprudent plea

Reach all created spheres

My finite self dares agree

With the cyclic gears

Formed to nature’s will

I ought to venture still

My core systoles

Cause boundless diastoles

My transmuted self

Orbits divine spheres

Shadows creating cells

Suits my nature here

May this imprudent plea

Reach all created spheres

My finite self dares agree

With the cyclic gears

May this imprudent plea

Reach all created spheres

My finite self dares agree

With the cyclic gears