Little full moon, little daytime star.

You are born, morning star of breeze and wet earth.

You are born, dawn of hopes, dusk over the fields.

Divine light that does not illuminate but clarifies.

Colors of joy for a frightened heart.

God of my life, rescue me from my ignorance.

Dawn upon me and make the green of my sown field bloom.

Little spark, little nothing.

Thank you for centering my gaze.

Thank you for guiding me toward myself.