Lord, let me drink from your Divine Ocean;
A Nectar so weet and rich,
Beyond all notion.
I beg on hands, on knees,
Like a youngster with a gift.
Engulf me in your Sacred Breeze.
I cannot walk this place alone,
The opposites cloud my Soul.
Grace is the place I yearn to roam.
My words are not yet pure,
My intentions debased.
One day, I will become the Prayer,
Only then I’ll be sure.