Friday, May 4
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. It is my privilege to perform my morning prayers. It is my honor to do what should be done. As I rise with the morning, fog lifting slowly for my mind, I pray not to forget these truths. Awen.
I welcome this new day. It is a gift to me, a new creation, a promise of resurrection. Greetings to the Four Realms, the Goddesses and Gods, and the Kindred of Yore. I salute the Sun, the Earth, the Seas, and the Sky. I am thankful for being alive this morning. Thankful for the sleep that has refreshed me. May my hands do the good work. May my eyes see the truth. May I speak compassionately. May I make the world a better place this day.
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