Page 48 of The Year of the Flood (MaddAddam 2)

Let them come to Life again; let Love shine upon them and restore them; and let us be forgiven for our oceanic murders; and for our foolishness, when it is the wrong kind of foolishness, being arrogant and destructive.

And help us to accept in all humility our kinship with the Fishes, who appear to us as mute and foolish; for in Your sight, we are all mute and foolish.

Let us sing.

OH LORD, YOU KNOW OUR FOOLISHNESS

Oh Lord, You know our foolishness,

And all our silly deeds;

You watch us scamper here and there,

Pursuing useless greeds.

We sometimes doubt that You are Love,

And we forget to thank;

We find the Sky an empty void,

The Universe a blank.

We fall into despondency,

And curse the hour that bore us;

We either claim You don't exist,

Or else that You ignore us.

So pardon us these vacant moods,

Our dour and gloomy sayings;

Today we own ourselves Your Fools,

And celebrate by playing.

We make a full acknowledgment

Of all in us that's vain --

Our petty strifes and tiny woes,

Our self-inflicted pain.

At April Fish we jest and sing

And laugh with childish glee;

We puncture pomp and puffed-up pride,

And smile at all we see.

Your

starry World's beyond our thought,

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