For all those suffering illness and loss
For those unable to say goodbye
For all those left with too much, even everything, unsaid.
I pray to will your well-being.
For those with whom we disagree sometimes strongly
For those who offend me often wrongly
For leaders even as they appear not
She came to my house, with flowers from the market and apples from her garden – they don’t need sugar, she said, they’re just right as they are. There’s lots there and more if you need them.
And I said, my daughters have collected some blackberries. And she nodded.
Because a wise woman can predict
We pray in a world fractured by violence.
We pray in sorrow that so many are pitched into a life of suffering and despair by the inhumanity of violent warfare.
We pray for peace in a world without peace.
We pray in sadness that there can be poverty in the midst
Let nothing disturb you
Let nothing frighten you
All things pass away
Only Love remains
Patience obtains all things
She who has Love lacks nothing
Love alone is enough.
Her good God
The fragile cloth of her life
Torn and tattered
The tender flesh of her soul
Ripped and bleeding.
And the voice of the abandoned God
Dropping still dews of quietness*
Into her fevered mind,
In the arms