In my lowest state, in my miseries, in my dryness, You accept me.
When the salt of my life loses all its savor, You add Your sweetness.
I no longer resist Your calling in the dark nights of my souls,
But like a fallen leaf, I surrender my life into the swift current of Grace.
Take me to a safe harbor of our repose, Lord.
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