The House of My Soul

The house of my soul is too small
for you to enter:
make it more spacious by your coming.
It lies in ruins; rebuild it.
Some things are to be found there
which will offend your gaze;
I confess this to be so and know it well.

But who will clean my house?
To whom but yourself can I cry,
Cleanse me of my hidden sins, O Lord, 
and for those incurred through others pardon your servant? 

(a prayer from The Confessions of St. Augustine, Maria Boulding, translator)

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