Humility

Lord, make me accept

My poverty as it always was.

I do not feel what I have not.

I do not regret what could have

And got lost in wrong ways

And never came again.

Give, Lord, that my humility

Either as the desired rainfall

Falling down,

Long dark night

In a thirsty land

And on an old roof.

May I thank you,

My narrow bed,

My poor little things,

My house on the floor,

Stones and reeded boards.

And always have a beam of firewood

Under my mud stove,

And light, myself,

The cheerful fire of my house.

On the morning of a new day that begins. "

Cora Coralina