As I ready to lay my head at night,
I’m filled with visions of love and fright,
Not knowing whether to run and hide,
Or face the ego’s horrific pride.
I set my intention to only bestow,
It’s not about what you think you know
It’s how to turn all that wrath,
Into the steps of faith’s path.
Through shadows deep my spirit bends,
Where brokenness secretly mends,
Each tear a prayer, each sigh a song,
That lifts me to where I belong.
So let me rise above despair,
With every breath, a whispered prayer,
Till all the night is bathed in light,
And ego yields to love’s true might.
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