Lord! Father of the Universe
And Father of all Creatures
Spirit and Matter
Today hear if she asks
The least of your children
Who loves you from the depths of her heart
Her happiness to live forever…
Before you like a child before his father
With neither pain nor suspicion
I start a new Year
In the beginning of the springtime.
What will be? I am in your hands.
Respectful?… Yes. Obedient? Hardly…
But may Your Will be done
And may a morsel of wisdom descend on my old age
So that my time will not be empty or vain
Give me Love and Enlightenment
Sufficient to share with others who
Stumble and grope on the Way
That Way so narrow that leads to Eternity…


4/3/76 the 72nd

Translated by Lenora Timm

This poem in breton

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