Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Winter stems dry and pregnant with seed.
Clearing the land, seeds scatter everywhere.
No more laughter till tears glisten.
No more disagreement in philosophies
even as understanding deepened friendship.
No more looking forward to vibrant visits
over lunches shared.
Our potent circle of friends no longer hears your voice.
Did you not understand how much we loved your Soul?
Your heart ached so inconsolably that your husband,
family, and best friend could not convince you to stay.
So suddenly you were gone.
I breathed even as you lay taking your last.
From where I listened nothing would change.
Your intended outcome.
And so, Friend of mine,
And so many others,
You're resting peacefully now.
Your heart no longer aching.
I imagine you singing freely now.
If only I could hear
With these mortal ears
The voice I've just learned that you also sang with.
So much is lost.
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Let the corrupting force of money continue in its spectacular death. Let those who've put money above peoples' lives share in the vivid revelations. Let this death be swift and sure, and in its public end, ensure that evil is rendered powerless. Let those who've married power and evil be left penniless. Let them be clearly aware of their own bankrupt actions, yet let there be grace.
Let their clarity be infused with hope. Let these people see at last a path for doing good with the knowledge their wrongful actions and experience has left them with.
Let Our Mother Earth begin to know peace. Let me see in my own lifetime the manifestation of these prayers. Let my sadness never be more profound than my hope and my faith that prayer brings about miracles.
Let us all begin to see the smiling children as our own no matter what their color, what their birthright, no matter what country of origin.
And so ~ The month is begun.
And so ~ The month begins with hope.
Shall we each set about caring for the elements here in our own sphere of influence so that we create little miracles in our own lives?
Shall these miracles ripple in the ocean of Humanity?
Reflecting and returning, endlessly bouncing on miracles
Born of other hopeful and glad hearts?
I pray for fear of others to vanish. I pray to see hatred no longer set against skin color, accent, and language. Let instead, evil, violence, bigotry, and small-mindedness be hated. Let these things wither and die, transformed forever in the cosmic compost heap.
This is my prayer on this full moon this first month of this New Year.