Grant me time to think.
When all those small burdens that sat,
Quietly on my shoulders,
Have flown like butterflies out into the expanse of the world.
Grant me a space in nature to sit.
Where there are no distractions,
Or any ugliness to impede my view of this beautiful world.
Grant me comfortable weather.
With no tempests or extremes of temperature,
That restrict my opportunity to be outside.
To rejoice in solidarity with all things in my environment.
Grant me the companionship of a friend,
Who can sit quietly with me in communion,
And share with me this perfect moment in this time and this place.
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