Hustling, bustling, weary with achy soles,
Massage and soothe our inner souls.
Sprinkle us with lavender and thyme,
As we enter into this sacred time.
Instead of focusing on wrapping presents,
Prepare us to enter a holy presence.
Frail, empty, lost, and weak,
Guide us through another week.
Fill the hallowed, dark hole,
Repair the damage to make us whole.
Restore our hearts piece by piece,
And grant us never-ending peace.
Image Credit: Lankford Associates Landscape Architects
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