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For too long just surviving,Adrift with debt, begging hope—O survivor, seek thought-incomeIn Mind, turn to the prophet(Mind's Elisha within), askTo be shown what must be done.The guiding prophet withinCalls to mind Spirit's blessingsRichly belonging to all:Gentleness, prayer, compassion,As drops of caring oil fallingOn a wanting humanity.

Drops of Spirit's blessingsBecome qualities spillingInto vessels of activityBeyond borders of before.Gathered vessels seen in theCloset of thanks to SpiritWhere the door shuts tightly, closedTo images of without.Having gathered, prayer is perfectIn ceasing a search for justOne more vessel to fill.

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