When life dries up – Come as a soothing shower of love. When sweetness hides – Bring me back lilt with your songs. When work takes on such harsh form, Barking orders, shrouds nature – Come to the brink of life, my Lord, Tread softly, but do come in. When I make myself small, And my shriveled heart curls up – Open up the door, my generous Lord, Burst in with all your splendour. When a dust storm of desire Makes me blind – Come, then, my pure, my awakened, Come bathe me in your Light.
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