Christ, my Holy Self, what words could I use? I would give up the world I made as an attack on our Father. What are words but symbols made to hide what they should uncover? Then wordless is my release of the world I made.
My holy Brother, let your holy Sight light my own, replacing what I thought I saw with the truth I dreamed I threw away. So let it pass from me. This self I made could not do what I intended, and thank God.
You bid me forgive completely the world and my brothers, thus myself. So I give to you the gift you gave me. In our sharing, let us live forever. Amen.
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