God, I am tired.
The days grow shorter and colder,
But God, they are still so long,and so full.
The hungry ghosts who live
In the space between tasks
Never stop wailing –
They are never satisfied.

God, let me be satisfied.
Let me feel confident
That I am enough,
My efforts are enough,
And Grace resides
In the space between breaths –

May I remember
To allow the lullaby of Grace to eclipse
The wailing of hungry ghosts.

Blessed Be.