I have not ever asked for anything to this day, God for myself in my life crude by Ann Wood
I have not asked for anything to this day, God,for myself in my life crude.
Now, please, give me if you can
a bag of hopes and love.
To give hope to the poor,
a hand stretched out for bread,
to the one who sleeps on a bench in the park,
but wanders in the daytime.
To the one who has a house and a name,
but quenched, maddened by loneliness,
to give hope, God, allow me,
that someone loves him in the world.
To give a partial tenderness to the orphan,
grown alone without a drop of warmth,
hope of the dying in the dark,
calling them in sterile whiteness.
To give the beggar the crumb of hope
and the widow's piece of love,
to give everyone a gentle tenderness ...
Oh Lord! Did not you hear my call ?!
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2019-05-18 at 23:10
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