(although truth to tell--I rather think she's off brushing off her platform). it's time to break out the big, medieval guns.
from The Cloud of Unknowing--"Prayer from the Prologue"
GOD, unto whom all hearts be open, and unto whom all will speaketh, and unto whom no privy thing is hid. I beseech Thee so for to cleanse the intent of mine heart with the unspeakable gift of Thy grace, that I may perfectly love Thee, and worthily praise Thee. Amen.
