I pray for the kind and noble spirit,
Of divine Love, to revisit us and
Reclaim our hearts. For they have turned bitter
Within the crucible of crude commerce.
Now all values... principles have their price.
O kind and noble spirit, set us free.
Judge us not for our complacency.
Bring us healing rain in a dry season.
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