When I want to pray to you, my soul feels like dry dust – like sand only aware of its own sterility. Oh my God, transform this dust into fertile soil so that your seed may not fall there in vain, at least let grow out of it a great longing for you, its creator, whom it so often avoids. I am asking you with my whole heart, I am calling to you, you, I am calling, although I do not know anything more about you than that alone in you I find my salvation. Do not turn away from me although I do not hear your heartbeat. Please open my numb heart, my numb heart. Give me restlessness, so that I can find true rest that is alive in you. O, I am powerless, take care of me and do with me according your good will, I am asking you, I am asking you.
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