In chambers dim, where shadows play, A soul seeks truth, a brighter way. With gentle guide, and listening ear, The heart unfolds, dispelling fear.

Through tangled paths of doubt and strife, A wise companion joins the life. No answers given, neatly tied, But questions posed, to look inside.

The Spirit moves, a subtle guide, In whispers soft, it will abide. Unveiling depths, where grace resides, A sacred space, where love presides.

With patient hand, and open heart, The journey winds, a brand new start. To peel away the layers deep, And truths within, to gently keep.

No judgment cast, no hurried pace, But sacred pause, in holy space. To find the voice, long buried down, And claim the strength, the Spirit’s crown.

For in this dance, of soul and guide, A deeper truth, will surely rise. The path unfolds, with every breath, A journey towards, an authentic death.

Of ego’s hold, and fear’s embrace, To find the light, of God’s own grace. In spiritual direction’s art, The soul awakens, takes its part.