For the dullness that encloses me I pray
your grace burn off the morning fog.
That the dream of doubt I wear like clothes
I pray may in your light dissolve, and fall away.
For healing of the wound that is a world that is a wall
between me and your delight, and mine, I pray.
From the coma of my fears awaken me
with your warming, seeing sun.
For my eyes, sleep-sealed and glazed, I pray
to see the nub and fullness of what is.
From the soft bed of my grave
raise me into this day amazed and new.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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