The manic-depressive horses run

One in the absence of affection

The second racing fast against her condition

The darker of the three halts into madness

And turn ashes as they flail over the precipice

The sense of these in my heart

Rest now to return at anytime

To find them always close to the start

I don’t miss the struggle even if it is difficult I don’t mind

Until they bring me to the precipice

Of folly and accusation’s horror I find

In the past, they trampled me without justice

The all had been dark and bleak

With tears that choked and prevented me from speaking.

And thus, of the lands of the black sun

I praise Hashem the one and holy

the one who reaches all the world

I open myself to receive the light of your infinity

I open myself to be touched

Be the light that exudes

To all corners of the universe

I open myself to your healing glory

I bow only to you sovereign of the universe

I open myself to your light

And accept the great pleasure of the life you have bestowed upon me

I return the precious graces and pleasures you have given me

I glorify your gift with praise and worship

I offer you thanks for sitting on the throne of my heart

While I was in the darkness of depression and illness

I take now forever more responsibility for my spirituality

With your Kingship and glorious sovereign Shechinah

El I give you my life, a prayer

I walk with every sunrise and rest after every sunset

Forever stroke of my brush, every word I read,

Every thought expressed or not my life is a living prayer