Psalm
Pour down the waters,
May they fall over
The sanctuary so it
May flower abundantly.
May the fruit it bear
Belong to you
The honey it produces
Be sweeter than most.
May the territorial waters
Live like a spirit,
Roaming over the earth
Like liberated winds.
I am the sad sanctuary
Untamed and uncared for,
Waiting for the gardner
To come and tend to it.
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