Sunday’ Prayer

Little little the world

Spinning spinning the thought

There are galaxies, the stars, the planets, the Moons,

There are the famous, the powerful, the rich, and the poor,

But there is always a star for me, a superstar.

Around him I spinning,

To him I pray,

For him I live.

I say morning to him,

I say night night to him.

I pray him for my bread,

I pray him for my joy,

I pray him for my strength.

World could be big, could be little.

I choose the little, the cosy.

I choose the calm, the sea.

A sea with the deepest blue,

A sea I can wondering endlessly

Without fear,

Just wondering the endless wonders

Until my days end

When I return to the beginning

In another world

YBY