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Most Holy Creator,

Is the language of Your Spirit like the language of the Wind?

Sometimes the wind blows in torrents unimaginable,

Toppling the largest of trees.

Yet the tenderest reed survives unmaimed.

May my mind be flexible as a reed

That I may survive the raging storms of life.