
In the quiet moments, I turn inward,
embracing stillness,
where whispers of truth rise from within.
Holy flame, guide me,
lend me the courage to release
the weight of what no longer serves.
May I make space for renewal, for peace,
for the soft glow of becoming.
As I walk the shifting path of life,
let me move with grace,
trusting in the rhythm of change,
the quiet pulse of growth beneath the surface.
May my dreams take root in the fertile soil of my heart,
nurtured by devotion,
each one a seed of possibility.
Through the shadows, I journey,
finding light in the promise of new beginnings.
Brigid, keeper of the eternal flame,
bless this unfolding,
this dance of becoming.
I surrender, I trust, I open—
to the ever-changing rhythm of my soul.
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