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…