Prayer

how small, one raindrop
yet a steady, constant rain
may bring a great flood

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I pray thee, cease thy counsel,
Which falls into mine ears as profitless
As water in a sieve:  give not me counsel;
Nor let no comforter delight mine ear
But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine.
— William Shakespeare
Much Ado About Nothing, Act 5, Scene 1