A prayer

As rest come and claim me, illusion spare my thoughts. Determination come and steel my spirits, may I do deeds without thinking, may they follow they way, may i be humble in my righteousness and pass into the days of tomorrow without regret. May i grow in measure of control beyond the measure of my strength, though strength be apparent, may it never come to replace true power. May i offer up tribute in the calculated silence, in sacred stillness, for a poet fears not the fire but the ashes left to bare. May i be challenged every day by the unseen hand and may i be promised the retribution of payment fulfilled. May i find a cause worthy to die for, may i find people worthy to live for, may i be blessed enough to see the error of my way.