Can I pray for things I cannot do?
Can I pray for things like you?
Can I ask, bequest, a second chance,
A cripple trying still to dance,
A beggar sharing food?
Can I do the things I cannot think?
Such thoughts as make me weak,
And in doing may I do it well,
A doing that our friends would tell:
He said, and now he seeks.
If I choose to try and have it fail,
This a common tale,
May I pilot onward fully free,
Rejoicing in the sky and sea
With mighty winded sails.
There is no choice I cannot make
But it reveals my wake:
A forthright man, and upright man,
I shall be found where I shall stand
Whatever course I take.
Again the golden sun has risen
On isles newly christened
It was for you that I did long—
You were no siren, but a song
And here I still will listen.