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Nurture the Light
Nurture the Light
What we feed begins to bloom,
In the garden of the heart, there's room.
For seeds of love, for roots of grace,
To grow in every sacred space.
Let anger starve, let shame decay,
Don't water fear; let it drift away.
Turn to the sun,...
What we feed begins to bloom,
In the garden of the heart, there's room.
For seeds of love, for roots of grace,
To grow in every sacred space.
Let anger starve, let shame decay,
Don't water fear; let it drift away.
Turn to the sun,...
