My Lord, please grant me constancy.
That I might suffer nobly the pains
of my existence,
That I might bleed or cry or toss in anguish
With the same loving heart that reaches
for you come morning.
That my pains, on the altar of my experience,
Be Yours, as this Heartbeat is Yours,
And this Breath, Yours,
And this loving, compassionate impulse, Yours.
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