Hear my prayer O Lord and let my cry come unto thee. Hide not they face from me in the day when I am in trouble; incilne thine ear unto me; in the day when I call answer me speedily. For my days are consume like smoke and my bones are burned as an hearth. My heart is smitten and withered like grass, so that I forget to eat my brea... I am like a pelican of the wilderness; I am like an owl of the desert. I watch, and am as a sparrow alone upon the house top. --Quoted by Annette McGiveney on P148 of Pure Land.