Living Spirits of Earth
Mother and Father of us all
You who holds us in Your breathe
You who bathes us in Your waters
who feed us with Your fruits
Guardian of where we are going
Of who we are becoming
Cradle of our days
And coffin of our nights
You who carry us folded in Your arms
Sailing silently among the stars
Hear our prayer.
May all who enter here be protected by those who have gone before and
can show the way.
May great courage accompany those willing to cross the River of Sorrow.
May all who hear these words be free from the bondage of fear and denial.
May our eyes remain open even in the face of tragedy.
May we not become disheartened.
May we find in the dissolution of our apathy and denial, the cup of the broken heart.
May we discover the gift of the fire burning in the inner chamber of our being—
burning great and bright enough to transform any poison.
May we offer the power of our sorrow to the service of something greater than ourselves.
May our guilt not rise up to form yet another defensive wall.
May the suffering purify and not paralyze us.
May we endure; may sorrow bind us and not separate us.
May we realize the greatness of our sorrow and not run from its touch or its flame.
May clarity be our ally and wisdom our support.
May our wrath be cleansing, cutting through the confusion of denial and greed.
May we not be afraid to see or speak our truth.
May the bleakness of the wasteland be dispelled.
May the soul’s journey be revealed and the true hunger fed.
May we be forgiven for what we have forgotten and blessed with the
remembrance of who we really are.
Anonymous
Living Spirits of Earth
Mother and Father of us all
You who holds us in Your breathe
You who bathes us in Your waters
who feed us with Your fruits
Guardian of where we are going
Of who we are becoming
Cradle of our days
And coffin of our nights
You who carry us folded in Your arms
Sailing silently among the stars
Hear our prayer.
May all who enter here be protected by those who have gone before and
can show the way.
May great courage accompany those willing to cross the River of Sorrow.
May all who hear these words be free from the bondage of fear and denial.
May our eyes remain open even in the face of tragedy.
May we not become disheartened.
May we find in the dissolution of our apathy and denial, the cup of the broken heart.
May we discover the gift of the fire burning in the inner chamber of our being—
burning great and bright enough to transform any poison.
May we offer the power of our sorrow to the service of something greater than ourselves.
May our guilt not rise up to form yet another defensive wall.
May the suffering purify and not paralyze us.
May we endure; may sorrow bind us and not separate us.
May we realize the greatness of our sorrow and not run from its touch or its flame.
May clarity be our ally and wisdom our support.
May our wrath be cleansing, cutting through the confusion of denial and greed.
May we not be afraid to see or speak our truth.
May the bleakness of the wasteland be dispelled.
May the soul’s journey be revealed and the true hunger fed.
May we be forgiven for what we have forgotten and blessed with the
remembrance of who we really are.
Anonymous
