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O God, high in the hills above earth, up in the sky emanating heavenly light, I am your servant as always, now when I pray to love.
O love, I make a sacrifice to you of pop music, propinas, and produce from Publix. My offering burns on a hillside, from where I must wander home in the pitch dark of an eclipse.
O body, how my arms, legs burn! How my throat singes, its gasps grasp for air as I run blindly! My strength on endurance test, I hold on. I am a migratory bird, tired and winded, pursued by predators, who is far yet from the tropics, but who must fly, fly the rest of the way.
O loveliness, most precious, darling to me, take my hand and guide me, like Jane Eyre, through a darkness through which your eyes see like an owl, and lead me into your blessed courtyard, where I can shake dinner mangoes from your tree. I’ll stop staying so long on the sacred hillside, to have time to frolic in the light with you. Let our laughs and our love brighten the midnight street.
