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O Spirit of the Sky,
thank you for teaching me to trust the storm
as I trust the sun.

Thank you for showing me
that no part of me is wrong.

I lay down my armor,
and open my arms
to every season of my soul.

Let the storms come,
to clear what no longer belongs ~ so I may remember the wholeness I already am.

For I am not the fleeting storms.
I am the sky that holds them.