One of my favorites

Louis Macneice  : Wrote a poem “ I am not yet born…
I have edited it, I love this poem , I can remember the day I heard it in Std.9.. at the theatre college…
So with the guidance of the words I have my own …..
“I am not yet Born, Oh hear me”
Let not the energy which maketh me, discard me
“I am not yet born, console me”
Hold me to your light and love
Enfold me in your heart
"I am not yet born, provide me"
With the knowledge of knowing
That what’s inside will guide me
“I am not yet born, forgive me”
For the pains and mistakes
The tears and sorrow
“I am not yet born, rehearse me”
For the things which I think,
For your own sin, do not curse me.
So remember.
“I am not yet born, O hear me”
Let not the dark or negative come near me.
For millions of angels protect me.
“I am not yet born, oh fill me”
With strength and will to fulfill me
That I may know God and Beast Humbled
For this life is only a stumble into light.
“Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.
Otherwise kill me.                                                                                               18/12/16 KSC

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