Opus Dei

O Wellspring of all gifts,

O Breath of unseen blessings...

I enter your quiet.

I rest... in your endless giving.

Pour into me...

the hush beneath the noise.

Let me drink...

of the waters that never run dry.

Where day meets dawn,

where seed meets unseen hand—

let me remember

I have always been carried.

Crown me...

with the fragrance of small mercies.

Fold me...

into the breath that gives without asking.

Let me weep... in tender fullness.

Let me sing... in hidden fields.

Let me move...

as one already blessed.

So may it be.

So may it be.