I've Seen Dawn At Dusk... Poem by Aleksandra Szymanska

I've seen Your painting, Your masterpiece - this is all I have got...
You are the artist of all times, You are meek, wise and humble.
I've seen the way you play with light, the way You tell things to merge and swap,
and there is something else about You - You save me before I stumble...

Who am I to talk about Your virtues, Your infinity and Your power?
I don't deserve to kneel before You and 'fasten Your sandal's string'...
I dwell alone at the bottom of hell, counting my life's heavy hours -
the only rosary I've got - forgive me - I still must learn new things...

Covered by dust of inserted sins, breathing the air of the dark unknown,
I whisper as quiet as I can, asking for yet another painting:
If only You could rearrange the entangled folds on my gown,
so I could touch the earth again, devote last moments to Your creating...