Three Prayers
                                                                             
                while waiting for Thee, Mother

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               While I am waiting for Thee in the lucid silence
Before the sacred hour of meditation,
I pray:

 Fill, Mother, my cells with longing ecstasy,
The same that sparkles in all those lakes of beauty
 In my Tatry Mountains,
 When the last sun-drops caress them with glowing happiness
 And when the Lord Himself is approaching after His long day's journey.

 And then, when the Lord wili come,
 My whole being will be His luminous abode.
 And the Lord will be pleased.
 He will sigh with delight.
 He will rest and take off His sandals
 And wash His feet in the radiant waters.
                                                                     

   May 1964