O God who loves the human soul
too much to let it go,
so thoroughly impose Yourself
into the heaps and depths of life
that nothing remains undisturbed.
Plow this life, Lord,
until everything You overturn
becomes a fertile soil,
then plant me, O God,
in the vast plain of Your love.
Grow me, strengthen me,
and do not lift your pressing hand
until it can boastfully unveil
a display of Your splendor.
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