THE UNFORESEEN

Lord never grant me what I ask for,
The unforeseen delights me, what comes down
from your fair stars; let life
deal out before me all at once the cards

against which I must play, I want the shock
of going silently along my dark street,
feeling that I am tapped upon the shoulder,
turning about, and seeing the face of adventure.

I do not want to know where and how
I shall meet death. Caught unaware,
may my soul learn at the turn of a corner
that one step back it still lived.