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We are bogged down by the details of life.
We are smothered by detail.
Our bodies fill up with knots of anxiety.
Our throats are dry.

We would weep, but our eyes have no tears.
We could cry out, but we have no passion.
Who has done this to us?

We confess the pain we cause ourselves.
We confess the pain we cause others.

May we accept our limitations:
     We cannot do everything.

May we affirm our power:
     We can do something.

May we open ourselves to larger hope,
In the silence, in the silence.

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Richard F Boeke

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