Change

The glassblower knows: while in the heat of beginning, any shape is possible.

Once hardened, the only way to change is to break.”

                                           Mark Nepo, The Book of Awakening:

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O My Beloved

Fill me with Sacred Fire

Soften my heart

My soul

My mind

That I might be shaped by you

Molded by truth

Able to change

Do not allow me to grow

Cold and hard

Lest I shatter

When I am called to go with you,

A new direction

Asked to think a new way

I was born to be changeling

Constantly reborn

And made

new