Blessed are the flexible for they'll not be bent out of shape.

May I learn to bend with the wind, 
like a rock in a stream.

May I understand the patience,
of sincere transformation.

Mold my heart like play-doh,
press it into childlike shapes.

Quench the raging fires,
which cause my heart to burn.

Still my desperattion,
and quiet my labored breath.

For I am thoroughly fragile,
and completely broken.