Divine Ocean

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.