True Beatitude

For thy endure great sufferings
along my paths of twisted pain and misfortunes.
Mine legs grow tiresome
as I shamelessly drag myself
through everyday turmoil.

Wilt thou free me from dark and demonic snares?

Wilt thou have mercy on mine soul?

Wilt I ascend to reside in thy heavenly abode,
where saintly beings
shower me in thy gleaming white light?

I bow and beseech thee,
wilt thou remember me when the time comes
to abandon my physical existence
and transform into a more spiritual one?

Wilt thou have me as thy child?