Come, weary spirit
Let not the darkness before daybreak deter your gaze
From the light that morning brings
Fall into the comfort beaming over your face

And breathe.

In the service of your heart,
Release that which does not heal
Deny that which shall never serve
Drift through storms, gently guarding
Your heart
Worthy of its fullness,
March on, in protection of your soul

And breathe.

You are light
From the tips of your fingers
To the waves coursing through your veins,
When the winds pick up within you
Shaking the ground beneath your feet,

Just breathe.