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Oh, that I could see again. May a messenger come my way to bring healing and to make whole my incomplete ways. I falter without being able to see it. I may know some correct ways to speak of things, but to live out simple joy is a discipline that I apparently run from.

May I learn to rightly welcome people into my life and maintain the friendships I have come to cherish. I want to be fair and just, kind and loving. I want my soul to praise and rejoice in the Lord. Be cleansed, O my soul, and patiently prepare to receive a new direction, or the one always intended.

(Tobit 11:5-17, Psalm 146, Mark 12:35-37)