Pry open your fists and let spill
the gold of yesterday. Keep
your hands empty for newness.
Trust that it will come.

It will come. Keep faith
supple, malleable. Smash
the idol of yesterday.

With your permission, the one
God becomes again Himself:

limitless. All new now.

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