Beloved Goddess,
Today I feel like burlap hanging from the mast:
Help me to weave my work tightly into the warp of my life,
so that I might be a rugged canvas.
Let my sails fill with the wind of Your Breath,
my life propelled by Your Spirit.
Written on 26 Firstmonth 1994, © 1996 by PhoenixElaine
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