O spirits that guide a man through the dark halls at death, guide me safely in life past sorrow and hopelessness, steer me from fear and anger.
Let me always know the reason for my becoming.
Let me hear what gods hear, see what gods see.
When the sun is blotted from the sky, let even a small light shine to guide a man’s feet.
Let me stand in light, bathe myself in light, clothe myself in light.
Let me sit in the lap of gods and hear words of comfort.
Let my spirit be stronger today than it was yesterday, my heart more peaceful, my mind more fertile, my hands more gentle.
Let gods touch my face.
Let me go forth shining.
Let my feet know the way.
Let me walk and pass though fire.
For I have made a reckoning of myself, things I have done and said and of my intentions;
And I love for nothing but to live as a light within, to come forth by day with the gods singing.

https://cowofgold.wikispaces.com/Coming+Forth+by+Day
(via the-typhonian)