Lord!

If I am to remain
In this land, within this breath,
Lord, grant me permission!
The right to smell the scent of flowers,
The right to look upon those green hills,
The right to win the heart of a fair maiden.
Intoxicated by the ale bestowed by God,
Proclaim that I am truly alive!
When I open my eyes, my voice carried upon the blue waves,
Give me the divine right
To behold the smile of a fair maiden!

If You, Lord, acknowledge and proclaim my land,
I shall become an eagle,
Freely dropping earthworms to the cats of the seventh generation,
And at times, I too shall swallow that prey.
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August 27, 2026 at 3:32 AM
This is a deeply moving free verse prayer that beautifully balances spiritual longing with a fierce love for the earthly realm. The repetitive phrasing of "The right to..." builds a passionate momentum, grounding the speaker's divine plea in the tangible joys of flowers, green hills, and human connection. I especially love the striking transition in the final stanza. The soaring imagery of the eagle contrasts wonderfully with the raw, ecological reality of earthworms and survival, perfectly capturing the vibrant and sometimes untamed reality of being truly alive.
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