Write the number of my days on fine rice paper.
Tally them, and tear…
Delicate hand molded sheet into bits and caste it in the wind!
I can no longer understand the sum of those days nor transcend,
The heartbreak of futility or tragedy’s rude temper!
This calamity I fear…
Shattered my existence by the hand of happenstance I can’t bend,
Into a shape I can’t cope with, I can’t make my scattered mind comprehend,
How or why God allows evil’s continued mad caper!
In emptiness so clear…
I tremble in askance in the presence of my horror from which I can’t fend!
I’ve lost all surety of knowledge of just who I am in this ominous moment self-end!
Blanketed by sorrows I feel my faith’s diminishing taper.
Father rescue me here!
Without You, I am only tattered delicate rice paper flying in the wind!