Dear God, bit by bit, you strip away what is objectionable. You wear away the edges, you cut out the mistakes and disease. And what is left, O Lord? Am I diminished? No: I am ever more naked, ever more as I was born to be.
Let me stand unadorned and calm, Lord, blinking at all that circulates around me. I had no need of that lost garment, that dropped staff.
And now, Lord, with so much removed, what will you replace it with? Am I to remain as I now am, or will you grow me new features?
Lord, let me make ready to become new.