give me the courage to accept when one version of me is dying, so that a stronger, brighter phoenix can be born, to celebrate my endings with the same heart I open up to new beginnings.
Give me the silence in my soul, to mourn my old self down to ashes, until there’s nothing left of me but hope. Give me the grace to learn so well the art of falling, that I will have no choice but fly.
Protect me from my ego, don’t let my fear decide my fate, let me be humbled and not shamed, by the imperfect, the too much, the not enough pieces of me. The cracks that let the light in.
To accept what is. To release what was. To create what must be. To love and trust myself the way you love and trust me with this life.
Thank you. Amen.