OraciĆ³n


    I awake

    And to the tune I’ve awoken not

    I lay on my mattress

    While cards I lay on plain squares

    A prayer said at morn

    Was to my God an offering

    Requesting calm for the day before noon

    The words from my heart went

    Than granted my God said

    Gratitude to the One whom all men fall under

    In whose throne dwells creatures of beauty

    For a messenger carries with It a reply

    As to each man his request be

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