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.