For the dullness that encloses me I pray your grace burn off the morning fog.
That the dream of doubt I wear like clothes I pray may in your light dissolve, and fall away.
For healing of the wound that is a world that is a wall between me and your delight, and mine, I pray.
From the coma of my fears awaken me with your warming, seeing sun.
For my eyes, sleep-sealed and glazed, I pray to see the nub and fullness of what is.
From the soft bed of my grave raise me into this day amazed and new.
__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net
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