A Winter Solstice Prayer for the sick
Let me streak the sky gold with my fingers then
Breathe in its frosted kiss to quench my lungs.
Let the brightening Sun soak through my skin
And Light be all throughout reflected, returning the forces that nourish my frame.
Yet, let the cool of the Earth fuse with my bones
And the pale blue Air quiet the mind.
As Nature guides and strengthens my Spirit.
Let clear eyes see All That Is around
And all Time, soften, to find me honoured spaces,
That hold Life, forever sacred, close to my heart once again.
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For all that need it
Love and light Kirstie 💖✨💖
Writing and M.E. 