Destiny

I heard of a saint once

Who prayed day and night

Denying himself of all

Raw pleasures of life

To reach his goal

To achieve his God.

(One day he really did succeed

He met his destiny – he met his God)

I rather failed

To please my Lord

With my prayer

So simple and short

Of late I proved myself

To be an outright fraud.

In you I have reposed

All my devotion and faith

Which I could offer only to God.

I wish I sincerely wish

For you to be my god

And let the God be thee

Then only (perhaps)

I could hope and dream

Of an easy and natural end.