Mikha Dadok Prayer Pdf Page
When the day presses hard, remind me of the small doors: a neighbor’s knock, a hot bowl, the patience to listen. Hold my mistakes like stones—useful for marking the path.
Let grief be a guest who sits, says nothing, then leaves. Let joy surprise me at odd hours, like rain through an open window. If I forget, let the simplest thing remind me: breathe, name, do. mikha dadok prayer pdf
