Ancient one
Speak to me in between
lines
in between minutes
Breaths,
Rings of the bell,
Ticks of the clock
,
Ancient one
Feed me when my next meal is
unknown
When my
connection to the divine feels a
trickle
,
Ancient one
ease my impatience
my doubt
ease the jagged edges where
snags of thoughts
conspire to unravel me
into unrequited nothingness
,
Ancient one
Hold my hand,
Be present with me
Notify the world to be kind
When needing to hang a sign
on the door to say
“Out for some air.”
,
Ancient one
Let me grow into your grace
Feel the peace that openness
And readiness provides;
Let speak more directly
through you.
Ancient one
Walk this way with me
Today, Tomorrow,
and Always.






















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