I've sent this hymn to a person who has been fairly central in the recent storms in my life. It's something of an ending, I hope:
I do not blame you for being you;
I do not blame me for being me;
To Amida, we are both foolish beings,
But we can entrust ourselves to Him
And let him transform
Our foolish, vulnerable selves into Gold.
You carefully appreciate what you can in me;
I carefully appreciate what I can in you.
Who knows what the future holds.
All we can do
Is entrust to Amida's Limitless Compassion-
Namo Amida Bu.
(Of course, I explained who Amida is!)
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