File: Things I Wish I Wrote

Thy will Be Done ...

-     I have not finished yet.

She closes her eyes and looks up.

Grief and resentment, I replace with

understanding and agreement.

Revolt, I replace with music that comes from my

violin.

Pain I replace with oblivion.

Revenge, I replace with victory.

I will be able to love above all discontentment.

To give even when I am stripped of everything.

To work happily even when I find myself in the

midst of all obstacles.

To dry tears even when I am still crying.

To believe even when I am discredited.

She opens her eyes, puts her hands on her head

And says with an authority that comes from above:

-     Thy will be done. Thy will be done.

Taken from “Aleph”, by Paulo Coelho