Just put me in the darkest place,
Where no light there was before.
I have no shape. I have no face.
I have no colour, no form.

Wet black soil falls into the grave.
But water willl wash away all the dirt.
My crippled soul remains so brave,
Though life was hard and rough and short.

No pitty over passing time:
I've learned I'm firmed to walk alone.
Look, on the dim glass the final line
Expresses a clue - the life is a clone.

So, put me in the darkest place:
Though I have never planned it.
I lived by faith, I died by grace;
And probably not buried but planted.

02.02.2025