Lord Almighty, lustrous above
I can barely see the arbors
For lack of moonlight on this hike.
Each step I take is a struggle
Not to trip over a tree root.
Such is the story of my life
And I am thus compelled to pray.
Shine your radiance fervently
Upon my path, upon each step,
Even when these steps take me far
From where you intend me to be.
Lord, these recent days have been grim,
My sight is weaker than normal,
And my desires and impulses
Have seized my life with vigor.
How can you bear to speak to me
Or even bother to regard
My pathetic continuance?
