Forgive Me Lord

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Forgive me, Lord,
if sometimes I am blind
and I cannot see
beyond the bottom of my pocket,
 if sometimes I am deaf
and I do not want to hear
but what comes  
out of my mouth.
Forgive me, Lord,
if  I do not help
letting myself  be driven
by the wave,
if I do not raise my head
letting myself be burnt
by the desert.
Forgive me
when I am at mercy of the wind
of indifference,
when I am stone
in a mountain
of barren rocks,
thorn among the thorns,
glacier among the glaciers.
Forgive me, Lord,
and if you want to give birth
to a star,
choose me and teach me
to shine. 
The original poem ("Perdonami, Signore") is in Italian.

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