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.