Let me try as best I can
not to let the wire brush of doubt
scrape from my heart
all sense of myself
and my hesitant light.

Let me remain open,
so that time will come good;
and I will find my feet
again on fresh pastures of promise,
where the air will be kind
and flushed with beginning.

Adapted words from 'Benedictus' by John O'Donohue