for you alone see the theatre of my dreams:
the stories that arise from my memory,
from the vasty deep oceanic store-house long forgotten;
the characters that appear, some familiar and some that seem new,
the phantoms and fantasies that cause me fear and shame,
and those that bring me peace and make me smile.
Be with all who feel haunted and frightened this night
Weave in and around our dreams and memories with your mercy’s yarn
to create our unique patterns beloved by you.
Tuck in the threads of this spent day and guard my many-coulored dreams.
Another lovely prayer from my favorite book – The Celtic Wheel of the Year: Celtic and Christian Seasonal Prayers by Tess Ward.