Hide me Lord in the wound
of your left foot,
which is never seen,
and however bleeds.
Sorry to bother this
sore spot of your very soul,
but I find not better place
for my little voice.
I will clean your wound
with the sweetest tears
of my contrite heart.
And if not enough,
I will keep trying
to make your left foot
the least painful of your wounds.
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