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BREAD AND CONSCIENCE
Confect your grace sweet Spirit! Sift the wisdom I inhale: enter my heart, tear the veil!
Wake my idle soul to prove your strange and marvelous works-- sacred water for feverish days, oil of gladness to exile sorrow.
Acquit me, O Lord, in your love, in all its merciful ways. It is your face, O God, that rouses me to orders.
I vow myself to your fair daughter, consecrate me to her holy temple. Purge my self-love and cold perfection-- thrust me from the rancid pedestal.
Bless these hands, my lips, my eyes of faith! Love him who binds his inconstant heart to Bread and Conscience.
July 23, 2003
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