Prayer or meditation
Blood of Christ: For Good Friday
“Our illuminator, Jesus, came down…
And he bore a crown of thorns. And
he put on a purple garment. And he
was crucified on a tree…”
– ‘The Letter of Peter to Philip’, 2nd/3rd century.
Blood of Christ,
shed for everyone.
Blood of Christ,
blood like ours, blood like everyone’s.
Blood of Christ,
blood of the
Lost
Think of a time when you were lost
A time as a child when you wandered away from your parents
When you took the wrong turn and your surroundings were no longer familiar
Or when you were in a wilderness without a well worn path
Or in a deep dense fog without a horizon or
A prayer
Eternal One, Life-Giver, Father, Mother, Companion, Lover and Friend,
We come to you in these quiet moments, seeking that which is beyond ourselves.
We make a sacred space; a time when we can express our hopes and our dreams……
For the world: We pray that we would wisely use the precious resources we have been given; that we
Guided meditation for Epiphany
This meditation can be practiced with the movements described, while walking or in a sitting position, as desired.
Facing the centre of the circle:
Close your eyes. Take three deep, relaxing, cleansing breaths. Join me on the journey of the magi.
It is night. You are standing in a garden, which now lies fallow. You consider all the
Beltane garden
May morning sun blesses the day
While I walk amongst the garden blooms
Admiring the Mother’s handiwork
Woven on dear nature’s loom.
Trees standing tall, branches outstretched,
Limber arms reaching towards the sky,
Leaves of olive, emerald and mauve –
Quiv’ring with the song of life.
Long-stemmed bell flowers, cupped flowers
And broad clusters of
The midst of a busy city
In the midst of the busy city we find:
a sanctuary
a place of quiet
a place for reflection
So let us pray:
Into the stillness and the quietness of this place come the noises of the city:
A train rumbles through the railway tunnels below, reminds us that people like us are born travellers – but along
Fond words
Jan Struther wrote:
Hard words will break no bones:
But more than bones are broken
By the inescapable stones
Of fond words left unspoken.
And so let us pray:
So let us in the quiet of our minds speak fond words:
for those to whom we are close and who are close to us;
for those whose presence
Heavy Baggage
Words of the Muslim Sufi Mystic Jelaluddin Rumi
“We worship devoutly when we’re with others . . . as minerals in the ground rise inside trees and become a tree, as a plant faces an animal and enters the animal, so a human can put down the heavy body baggage and be light”
Let us pray
In these