Blessed are You, Who understood my tears, You comfort me with love's embrace. Though my eyes cannot see You, I feel your gentle Presence, like angel wings lifting my spirit.
You turn my mourning into joy, I dance to a new song. Blessed are You, O loving companion of my heart.
Serious spiritual practice is more than serene walks in the woods, lit candles and incense. You have to be committed. Your have to be willing to enter into your own darkness and transcend it.
