Still Holding

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Give me, O God, what you still have.

Give me what no one asks you for.

I don’t ask you for wealth

Nor for success,

Nor even for health.

People ask you for all that so often

That you can’t have any left.

Give me, O God, what you still have.

Give me what people

Refuse to accept from you.

I want insecurity and disquietude.

I want hardship

And struggle with no end.

And if you should give them to me, O God,

Give them to me once and for all,

For I will not always find the courage

To ask you for what you still have.

— ANONYMOUS