Self-Portrait of Prayers

Self-portrait of prayers Millions of soul’s prayers and immensity of groans In human language only as whispering sighs Torment cannot paint an ancient longing Even a word is not tempting the Lord, neither tonight Please Lord, help the children Bring me more of mother’s fragrance Words of father sculpt in my forehead wrinkles On my lips let me kiss the love of sisters Do not sent away century embracement of my brother Feed my grandchildren with letters and knowledge Friends and the tribe cover me only with prosperity Oh Lord of mine, cover humanity with more goodness I remained locked in my loneliness, oh Lord I don’t know a self-portrait even tomorrow, Cannot redo nor today