Reflections of a Man's Heart

I bless the daily labor of my hands,

I bless the sleep that nightly is my own.

The mercy of the Lord, the Lord's commands,

The law of blessings and the law of stone.

 

My dusty purple, with its ragged seams . . .

My dusty staff, where all light's rays are shed.

And also, Lord, I bless the peace

In other's houses - other's ovens' bread.

 

- Marina Tsvetaeva