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Like a farmer come from hens and hogs,

his hands befouled, his feet two mounds of mud,

who stands before the door and thinks himself

too filthy for clean floor and fragrant table,

I come to You with desecrated phrase

made foul by those who think their lies a skill,

and timid creatures who think lies are kind.

What honest words are left to speak to You?

But with Your guidance I have found a well

to wash my hands and rinse my smelly mouth,

and then, before I pray, take off my boots.

Only fools defile a holy place.