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artist prayer

Creator of all,
universe of the soul,
thank you for my breath
and for my creative spirit.
Guide me through
synchronicity, through darkness,
through mystery
when I struggle on my path.
Soothe my ego
and support my soul.
Allow me to rest in your bounty
and remind me I am loved
and
I am love.
Bring me closer to you even as I resist,
show me your
creation face
and fuel me for my journey
to become closer to myself,
closer to you.

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