Peer into my soul, O Spirit of God
Pry open to see its secret thoughts.
Peel back its hardened scab to uncover its heart,
Pierce sharply to let its purulence run out its flow.

Patiently wait for the tide to ebb and cease
Pour then your oil to heal the festering wound
Pacify and soothe to begin its new birth and coursea
Pack it full with goodness fit for a fresh commence.

Preserve that which remains, recovering the lost
Purify and restore the marred, pattern and practice
Press into your mould the now formless void, making
Peace its defence and rest its delightful repose.