I bathe my soul in the well of wisdom:
drop of protection,
drop of strength,
drop of healing,
be upon my being, my mind, my heart.
May the triple blessing be upon my soul
from dawn's chill light,
till swift twilight.
Piercer of Doubt, Kindler of Hope, some mornings I am slow to quicken to the pulse of life. Whatever my state of being may I never be slow to turn to you and seek the cell of silence ~ SACRED SILENCE ~ My heart is a kything place where we ever meet.