Thursday, July 20, 2006 by Mariskova
Today, I have a request.
I know (really) that everyday you always hear me
pray for you, ask for this, and that
as if I were not a man of things already.
today is different.
You see, today is my son's fourth birthday.
I'm sure you remember that.
But I cannot give him things.
For I don't know what kind of present gives him heaven.
So, I'm thinking
I can ask You
to lend me the wind, the leaves of every tree, the grass, the sea, the ocean, the water, the rain, the wood, the air...
I will need the leaves of every tree to write all my prayers
for all the papers I have is no longer have space.
I will also need the grass
for I am afraid the leaves will soon no longer be enough.
I will need the sea, the ocean, the rain, all of the water I can think of
to make the ink for my pen
and I will need the wood to make me a pen that will not break.
And I will need the air to fill my lung
as I write my prayers for my son.
And the wind...
if You lend me the wind
the wind will carry those prayers to you.
... then may be...
when You see the wind bringing my prayers.
You will give my son his birthday's present.
For I wish nothing else but
as his present.
Hikari, thank you for teaching me about love and life.