Prayers of the Captives

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Soiled I am, but faithful,

dissipated I am, but whole.

Tune these strings

to the keys of your secrets.

Adorn these sins

with the feathers of the fall,

O All of All.

Crowded I am, but lonely,

crowned I am, but small.

Lead this age

from hunger to wonder.

Free this cage

with the pulse of your soul.