by Liam

May the sheen of each early light,

gather gentle around your heart.

May the slow breath of this day,

steady the trembling of your life.

Here within the shelter of stillness,

you will again feel,

the ancient rhythm of your own soul.

Music older than words,

calling to guide you home.

May quietude wash the dust from your sight.

May the living ground beneath your step,

remind you of a grace that holds all things.

And when you venture once more

into the wilderness of the world,

may you carry calm, like a hidden spring,

nourishing 

every word,

every gesture,

every breath.