The Prayer

Thou breathe sharp breeze upon me
tracing my veins up to the very start
giving a knock that I shall walk upon thy line

Behold me Lord, on this pebbly muddy way I crawl
through a thorny path my bare feet thou call
thus along the line I gain my pain
that upon thee my stained blood I shall drain

Behold me Lord, thy piece of work
it starts to crack
with a bunch of impediment to lament
to thy See my prayer I lack
since to thy dark demon I've given up my judgment

O, the heavenly See
who controls the pole and whole souls
to thy Grace I shall untie my lace
but my sense is so paralyzed and I have no face
against thee I've piled my fouls

Whisper me through soft breeze
and I will end my time in thy bliss


Kaki Merapi, 21 Mei 2011