My Orison to God

In this journey of my life,
At milestone thirty one,

The portrait of my reminiscence mostly paints,
Scenes of being battered, bruised and badly overrun,

I understand, amiable strides ahead,
Perhaps are equal to none,

Nevertheless God, I write this song,
Because I'm not yet done,

Heed to my pious pleas,
When I wither to weather those stormy seas,

Be my gracious guide,
When I shiver to sail past that tumultuous tide,

Protect my precious pride,
When I drop my defenses open wide,

Be my eternal eyes,
When I go blind to those blatant lies,

Reduce my palpable pain,
When I valiant vandals and fail in vain,

Be my fervent fire,
When I assay to acquire that burning desire,

Drive my human hunger,
When I try to do some good to linger,

Be my sacrosanct soul,
When I lose my heart to a burning hole,

Bestow me that sagacious strength,
When I blast through those barriers of fathomless length,

Oh lasting light! Absolve my sins, mercy my mess,
Accept my gratitude, for those glimpses of happiness,

God, the artisan of my life's ploy,
Paint my journey with shades of joy.