I am a solitary bird, watching from a roof.
I am a young raven, cut off from the flock,
and crying out to you for food.
When you open your hand, all are satisfied.
But when you hide your face, the growling of their bellies
reaches clear to heaven.
My God, my God, I seek my food from you,
for to whom else shall I go?
All things are from you.
I brandish my wings and croak out a song of praise,
that you may know what is in my heart
and that you may look kindly upon me.
This roof is all that I have,
for my wings no longer lift me into the air,
and your thermals you have denied me.
I have done wrong,
and this is why I am all alone,
with no one to kindly preen me
(for I preen myself in the night, with tears)
and no one to lovingly nuzzle me with their beaks.
When you send out your spirit, O God,
then it means life to whomever you choose.
May you show mercy upon me
and not allow me to be without a flock forever.
May the day come when you reinstall me
unto the congregation, to be with my brothers and sisters,
knowing the depths of your undeserved kindness.
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