Poem: Weaver of Worlds

Weaver of Worlds,
with each breath,
help me create space
around my heart and mind,
space for yes,
for beauty to grow,
for goodness to fill me.
When the world feels fractured
and discordant,
turn my attention
to the small, shining things,
birdsong,
laughter,
tea,
touch,
and tenderness,
wind through pine trees
and palm,
sun meeting shore.
The way I pay attention
becomes my devotion.

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