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Psalm for the Wintered Soul
Psalm for the Wintered Soul
Meditation
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To the Weaver of Molecules, the Spinner of Stars
the Impulse that gives birth
to the Universe, to the Earth,
to Me

In the deepest, darkest night of my wintered soul
I wrap myself in the blanket
of my sadness and grief,
pain and suffering,
doubts and concerns,
fears and questions,
and look out from my wondering eyes
toward the Light that
dares to penetrate
the layers
of
blindness
that surround me.

So obscured is my vision
because of the trials and tribulations
of this life,
that it is Your fractal rays of
possibility and hope
that I seek
to inspire me
to emerge from this cocoon
that holds me.

Each luminescent ray
of Love and Hope and Possibility
is that catalyst which I need
to transform my thoughts and emotions
into fuel for that inner fire
which will dispel the darkness of my night,
which will help me to see
more clearly
the embers of love and hope and possibility
that dwell within me.

I long to be filled
with renewed energy and strength
to thrust new life
into these wings of my rebirth;
the fragile fragments of my life
the ingredients in the Alchemist’s hand,
creating a new energetic substance
to course through my veins.

This womb of my becoming
has been one of struggle and transformation.
I was never meant to remain
in this confinement of darkness.
I was created to dwell
in the Infinite Light.

To the Weaver of Molecules, the Spinner of Stars
the Impulse that gives birth
to the Universe, to the Earth,
to Me

In the deepest, darkest night of my wintered soul
I shall look thru the window of my expectant eyes
toward the Source of my Being,
waiting as I do
for Your Alchemist’s hand
to create within me
the change that is necessary
for the season of my rebirth.

I was never meant to remain
in this confinement of darkness.
I was created to dwell
in the Infinite Light.

Spring will come again,
this I know.
And I,
I will be ready for my emergence and unfolding,
that I might soar
ever higher
into my own Becoming,
into the Light of my own Transcendance.

Reawakened.
Renewed.
Reborn.

Amen and Blessed Be

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