Here you will find the Poem A Prayer To Saint Rosa of poet Lesbia Harford
When I am so worn out I cannot sleep And yet I know I have to work next day Or lose my job, I sometimes have recourse To one long dead, who listens when I pray. I ask Saint Rose of Lima for the sleep She went without, three hundred years ago When, lying on thorns and heaps of broken sherd, She talked with God and made a heaven so. Then speedily that most compassionate Saint Comes with her gift of deep oblivious hours, Treasured for centuries in nocturnal space And heavy with the scent of Lima's flowers.
