Sup with me, O God, Sit beside me, smile like father. Should I add more salad, perhaps? Or brew some tea with mint? They say that mint can help To soothe the aching nerves. Does such a thing not happen to You? You must have strong reserves, I'd think. Oh, forgive me—I don't hold You back... You must be hurrying to others. Somewhere a boy is calling out to You, Begging that at last there come some peace. A mother holds her child close, Asking only for bread and sun. You hear a soldier's prayer too— For him You become their Shield. I have sun. I have bread and peace. You have—boundless human suffering... I dare not ask for more: Stay, love, do not vanish! I'm drowning in the world's great sorrow... Extend Your hand to me, Father. Sup with me here beside— I'll brew some tea with mint.
