TAMING THE INNATE

Bequeath me the patience of heart,
To travel in this fairest journey,
Which in itself not an end,
Lest thou in sheer folly strayeth,
For in haste thou lose serenity,
And stir up desire before it pleases,

Grant thou the coolness of mind,
That his is that was predestined,
In rush human want to change the course of nature,
But thy will I cannot change,
For that which human proposes, nature disposes,
Then ceases to substantiate that was ordained,
Because in humility you did not wait,
Neither conceived the insight of the seasons,
The beauty of appointed time,
To sing not before you can talk,
To crawl before thou walk,

Save me the urging impulse of flesh,
So in appearance I can detect reality,
Lest in blatant disdain, disgrace my very soul,
For in flesh there dwells the power of deception,
The coercive force that overlooks the counsel of the inner domain,
And in premature celebration beats its temple,
For the trust of the flesh is the destruction of the soul,

In grace my reward reciprocate,
For in discretion and sound wisdom,
Thy laws I have sustained,
Of soul, mind and flesh,
And in patience walked this road,
Until thy will is due,
To rejoice in the beauty of my price,

by Achilles Mauko.