This is my prayer to You, my God: Let me not swerve from my life’s path, Let not my spirit wither and shrivel in its thirst for You and lose the dew With which you sprinkled it When I was young; Be my heart open To every broken thing, To orphan life To every stumbler Wandering unknown and Fumbling in the shadow. Bless my eyes, purified me to see Man’s beauty rise in the world, And my people’s grandeur In its land redeemed, Scattering its scent On all the earth. Deepen and broaden my senses To absorb a fresh Green flowering world, To take from them the secret Of the ferment in my blood. Grant strength to yield fine fruits, Quintessence of my life, Steeped in my very being, Without expectation of reward; Asking nothing from You, God. And when my time comes- Withdraw into the night's realm. -Hillel Bavli
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