"I come to you as a child to his mother I come as an orphan to you, moist with love I come without refuge to you, giver of sacred rest. I come a fallen man to you, up lifter of all . I come undone by disease to you, the perfect physician. I come, my heart dry with thirst, to you, ocean of sweet wine Do with me whatever you will."
January 1, 1970
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