Ready
I pursue my inner strength not to be superior to others,
It is but to fight my supreme foe: I myself and not my brothers;
Make me always ready to come to you….O God !
With clean hands and straight eyes so when my life fades,to where it came,
As the fading sunset, my spirit may also come to you without shame!!
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