Awake, My Soul
Sit still and be ready.
Why is it you tell me fantastic stories and riddles I can barely understand? I’m talking to You, my soul, that familiar voice often appearing suddenly from somewhere mysterious when I am calm and silent. I can sometimes summon you with tea and sacred poetry, yet you only communicate in your own unique voice. Still I trust you, as I have never trusted even my own voice, because you carry an ember lit by the spark that created our universe.
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- Jonah · November 28‹ Beyond the SeaPrayers ›