Page 74 - Your Extravagant Kindness

You remove my failures.

And when I am worn down
by these blows to my spirit,
your hand upholds me –

You rebuke the sin, absorbing it
like the moth consumed by flame.
No one is more than a breath.

My Guardian, hear my prayer,
direct your ear to my cry.
Don't withhold your peace as I weep,

for like my ancestors
I am a sojourner, I reside with you.

Turn, that I may recover,
for if you look away from me, I am no more.