i humbly ask You to unlock
the hidden silences and secrets
of my fugitative and forlorn heart,
that there may be in this exile
a fruitful renewal,
a new birth,
a total pouring forth
of, without cessation, worded petals
on the canvasses of a continually blooming mind
with living acts of creation,
in Your most holy of holiest names.
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