Holy Mystery, I ask for your presence.
Thoughts racing, I ask for stillness.
When there is nothing new to say,
May my lips come to rest.
Inside the space between action and reaction,
Lies my power and strength.
May I rest inside that space for a time.
Gathering all of my wits about me.
Comforted inside the chrysalis,
Preparing for the spectacular struggle
That is surely to come.
But first, Oh Spirit, bring a holy quiet.
I praise possibilities before me.
Resting in wonder,
What will this moment make of me?
Who are we becoming?
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