But such subtle freedom is cherished,
Turning by nature into a prayer of entrance.
Entering the hospitality of the breakfast,
We turn and enjoy the prayer and struggle.
This morning our sinful thoughts at the table
Busied at disappointments, very hard feelings.
Words could not utter my abhorrence
At the quality of eating and the quantity of food,
Freeing the glad pressure, the precious land.
That wrongs me! This land is my sacred fortune,
Its luck is beyond the distinction sought,
Mighty living committed is mighty word.
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