I want to be spotless, clever, fine,

But sins are pushing all the time.

How to cope with them? I can or not?

Who’ll be the victor in the endless fight?

Sometimes it starts an offensive

Sometimes deviates from the adversary.

I’m a strategist, who is observing

How sins are fighting with odd stagger.

I often have been winning in life,

And always I have dreamt to say: “Good bye,

My last sin, and never return!”

I am building a house of precious stones.

Around will grow a million white roses

And never sin will trample underfoot the flowers.

To live in sin, – I never wanted

To live in Love, – my dream! And thinking

I’m all the time about the lovely morning.

Surprised every day in my life!

What a lot it has for me of surprise?

I am not tired ever, every thing

Represents unexpected. I wince! —

What prepares for future the time,

What has it to astonish the mind.

Prepared life has me for anything!

I’m hope, can get to win.

Let me be friendly with herself,

And don’t have the thoughts so sad:

Accommodation is here for everyone, —

They all want calmness all the time.

Someone is afraid to get a new problem, —

What is the life, if it has nothing.

The life is first of all, the best surprise,

And full of astonishing things.

Who wants to be living, must be ready

First thing to face problem with the mind so pretty.

Then maybe will smile the fortune

And happiness will come soon.

Surprise sometime is very good,

And has a lot of lovely fruit.

I’ll wait for surprise, with hope, look!

Come on, the sky, and down you look,

How beautiful is the earth, – Salute!

Always here are flowers. Color blue

And many of other kinds. Is drawing who? —

Whose love is very much and fine,

Enough to give us the magic shine?

For me, for you, for the people following,

Who’ll come in the next age, or morning.

Somewhere is the Loving Man…

But is it the man? Who rightly can

So love? I know – only God

Can love all love-lorns. Every thought

Is love-oriented, and gives us hope,

To be all the time lovely and cope.

God never does judge himself

His law He made a gift for ourselves.

He all the time sent better thoughts

For earthly people, but they lost.

Don’t keep love-letters ever maybe,

Somebody has a priestly letter.

What does He write to us? What wants He to say?

Constantly many letters do send.

About the loveable, He will have said!

I’m writing now about goodness of the words

About Teacher mine. I can, of course,

The best of phrases choose now

And write all the fine ones. How

I’ll find them, if I don’t know

The language, which I study now,

But I’m not afraid, whit not!

I can ask help of my heart a lot.

It doesn’t have the tongue, but must I say

Feelings very beautiful are in there.

I’m hearing what advice it gives now

And writing the love story on the ground.

About the shine and biggest fire having come

I feel always, – Your thought is fine!

You had taught me about thoughts

So wonderful and in them the first:

To be always with a smile in life,

To be more beautiful and nice

To be very kind, loving and fine,

And only right I shall have done.

My Teacher, all the words in life

Can’t tell much about You, – how fine

Is the theory Your! Take the tribute thankful mine!

I’m preparing for the new way

And must be ready to wholly pay.

I shouldn’t leave of the duty nothing,

And pay so as to make the holding.

So difficult to prepare alone,

But I must know truth, which is simple.

This way may pass the single one,

Therefore I must get ready some.

What is necessary on this way?

In the first place it’s a thought of fay.

In the second, it is the thought of free-will,

And in the third, it’s one about the common weal.