In the morning, everything is new.
The day’s blank slate lies before me,
ready for my writing.
May it be words of beauty I write.
May it be deeds of grace I do.
May it be thoughts of joy I think.
All the holy ones, listen;
this is what I pray.
Great spirits of the four realms,
Holy ones of the realms of minds,
Kindreds of yore,
as I go through the day,
keep my eyes open wide.
May I not miss beauty.
May I not miss joy.
May I not miss wonder.
Keep me awake and aware of the world.
Thanks to Ceisiwr Serith…