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Elizabeth Browning



Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Arise my Soul, Arise

“May the light of your soul guide you; May the light of your soul bless the work you do with the secret love and warmth of your heart; May you see in what you do the beauty of your own soul;
                                                                                                                                John O’Donohue
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arise my soul
arise

rise like the sun
dawning

casting your light,
bright rays,
along the way

be bright and hot
O soul,
molten gold
streaking through the gloom

guiding
kissing the darkness
transforming all that it touches

making all my work
heart work

endowing each act
with the deep beauty of love

Be a Sacred fire

Brightly burning
In this
life

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