I do not ask for mercy for understanding for peace And in these heavy days I do not ask for release I do not ask that suffering shall cease. I do not pray to God to let me die To give an ear attentive to my cry To pause in his marching and not hurry by. I do not ask for anything I do not speak I do not question and I do not seek I used to in the day when I was weak. Now I am strong and lapped in sorrow As in a coat of magic mail and borrow From Time today and care not for tomorrow.