Originally published at The Catholic Thing

Love me in my willingness to suffer
Love me in the gifts I wish to offer
Teach me how you love and have to die
And I will try
Somehow to forget myself and give
Life and joy so dead things start to live.
Let me show now an untrammelled joy,
Gold without alloy.

You know I have no cross but want to learn,
How to change and to the poor world turn.
I can almost worship stars and moon
And the sun at noon

But when I’m low I only beg you to
Ask me anything, I’ll try to do
What you need. I trust your energy.
Share it then with me.

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