What warms you when your soul is freezing in the depths of winter?
What save you when your soul is lost in the wilderness of life?
What hears you when your soul’s voice can barely manage a whisper?

It’s you my dear, always you.

Your soul is wrapped in the warm blanket of an eternal love burning brightly within.
Your soul is guided by an inner compass that will always know the way.
Your soul is heard by the only one who matters
– you, the infinite Universe, one and the same.

Take heart my dear, on these cold lost mornings of the soul.

The flame within you always burning,
even when the faintest ember can barely be seen.