Sunday morning poemspiration

May it be an evening star, one of the three brightest that comprises the Orion's belt, light your way.

When the night is overcome, you may rise to find the sun. No. No longer as a spectator but as the sun itself.

Bold be the wings you soar with. Soft but not frail be your heart for the impending battle's always besieging.

And as we replace every fury with a hail Mary, may God's loving kindness help kindle the fire of His Holy Spirit.

For busy street's always distracting the holy man's attention.

Let the fiery crucible be a place for all redemptive hearts. Crushing all sins in this life or in the next.

The night may be dark but in your light, Lord, we see light. The cold may be overwhelming but the warmth from your embrace, melts all fears away; all weakness to strength; all frailty in it's entirety.

Blessed be the Lord, the God of Israel!.