Truman Walls Poet I do not know?

My Prayer.

El Roi, please hear my prayer; please protect what belongs to you. Your creation, 
what a gift, and although so many seem amiss, I envy you because in your eyes 
they are perfect. In my eyes, few are; you know who they are, I do not have to say 
their names, my heart holds many prayers within, and sometimes I am 
ashamed. Love is what I feel for them, I fear you think of me avarice. I never ask 
you to watch over me, only to protect my seed, and those who I call Family. But 
please guide me, for I hope one day to be someone somebody could be proud to 
see, glad to meet, someone may, someday, think of me as something worth 
loving. I am tired of this caliginosity that defines my life and I am trying to bring 
back the light; I need help to end this night. I have not always been so true to you, 
and you know it is true, there is nothing I can do to change the past, but if I could 
take it back…I wouldn’t, I cannot lie to you, if I chose a different path I may not 
have what I have now, or I may have more, but I am not willing to take the chance 
of loosing what I have. You, Jehovah-Rophe, this is my prayer, for healing for 
fixing my errors. And You, Magen, this is my prayer, to protect those that I love.

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