I surrender my breath
to be filled with your life.
I still myself so I may hear
I settle within your compassion
to see others the way you see me.
I rest, held in your palms,
in the wideness of creation.
It is not my design, but yours.
May I let my wild being
flare in your fire, purified.
May I realize myself
in your presence.
May I walk my path side by side
knowing we are One.
May I heal in your sacred unfolding,
trust deeply, dance lightly,
revel with abandon.
May I lay down who I was,
and accept your Grace to become.
NaPoWriMo Day 30 The end.
As in all endings, there is always a new beginning.