#Adventword Day 22: Ask

Prayers: I by Kadya Molodowsky trans. by Kathryn Hellerstein
Don’t let me fall
As a stone falls upon the hard ground.
And don’t let my hands become dry
As the twigs of a tree
When the wind beats down the last leaves.
And when the storm raises dust from the earth
With anger and howling,
Don’t let me become the last fly
Trembling terrified on a windowpane.
Don’t let me fall.
I have asked for so much,
But as a blade of your grass in a distant wild field
Lets drop a seed in the lap of the earth
And dies away,
Sow in me your living breath,
As you sow a seed in the earth.

On our pilgrimage to northern Wales we asked for blessings on our work 

and made votive offerings at Llyn Cerrig Bach.