When can I turn it to the path right?
The ones that pushed me
To sin are like stones to the feeling free.
What must I do? I don’t want
To live together with the dark spot!
I want to be spotless, clever, fine,
But sins are pushing all the time.
How to cope with them? I can or not?
Who’ll be the victor in the endless fight?
Sometimes it starts an offensive
Sometimes deviates from the adversary.
I’m a strategist, who is observing
How sins are fighting with odd stagger.
I often have been winning in life,
And always I have dreamt to say: “Good bye,
My last sin, and never return!”
I am building a house of precious stones.
Around will grow a million white roses
And never sin will trample underfoot the flowers.
To live in sin, – I never wanted
To live in Love, – my dream! And thinking
I’m all the time about the lovely morning.
Surprised every day in my life!
What a lot it has for me of surprise?
I am not tired ever, every thing
Represents unexpected. I wince! —
What prepares for future the time,
What has it to astonish the mind.
Prepared life has me for anything!
I’m hope, can get to win.
Let me be friendly with herself,
And don’t have the thoughts so sad:
Accommodation is here for everyone, —
They all want calmness all the time.
Someone is afraid to get a new problem, —
What is the life, if it has nothing.
The life is first of all, the best surprise,
And full of astonishing things.
Who wants to be living, must be ready
First thing to face problem with the mind so pretty.
Then maybe will smile the fortune
And happiness will come soon.
Surprise sometime is very good,
And has a lot of lovely fruit.
I’ll wait for surprise, with hope, look!
Come on, the sky, and down you look,
How beautiful is the earth, – Salute!
Always here are flowers. Color blue
And many of other kinds. Is drawing who? —
Whose love is very much and fine,
Enough to give us the magic shine?
For me, for you, for the people following,
Who’ll come in the next age, or morning.
Somewhere is the Loving Man…
But is it the man? Who rightly can
So love? I know – only God
Can love all love-lorns. Every thought
Is love-oriented, and gives us hope,
To be all the time lovely and cope.
God never does judge himself
His law He made a gift for ourselves.
He all the time sent better thoughts
For earthly people, but they lost.