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I have shared a few of my daily blessings from Facebook here.  This one from a few days ago, surprisingly seemed to resonate with several people.  It is part of an ongoing evolution of a process I started with “Letting Myself Have”.

Blessings Day 275: I wanted to memorize one of Marianne Williamson’s prayers from “Illuminata” but couldn’t, so instead I silently say “thank you, God” many times a day. I started at first to say it when things were all groovy in my world, but now I do the opposite.

A weird thing happens when I affirm my thanks to God, crappy feelings stop their talk while they listen to my little prayer of thanks.

I am afraid of doing “x” on Saturday – thank you God.

So I make up a story why I can’t do “x”; I don’t cop to the truth – thank you God.

I don’t listen to my own advice – thank you, God.

I judge myself – thank you, God.

I judge others – thank you, God.

I had a shitty night’s sleep – thank you, God.

I’m here in the flesh, I’m feeling, I have choices, I’m alive, I’m loved and by some perhaps I’m even appalling and hated, thank you God.

I’m breathing with the warm body of my being, I’m still open —

THANK YOU GOD!

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God’s sovereignty  and The Purpose of Prayer

 

Today I share with you my blessing that I post daily on Facebook, following that excerpts from Illuminata by Marianne Williamson.

Blessings Day 252: yesterday was hard for a number of reasons. Picking up Marianne Williamson’s Illuminata was so helpful. I read aloud to my husband passages in the chapter “Ladders to God”. Then I went upstairs, crossed the threshold of my bedroom to hear my Dad’s watch beep at that exact moment. (Note: my father passed 2.5 years ago.) Dad’s watch beeps on the truth. I’m not always sure I’ve made the right decisions but I’m not walking this path pretending I am alone any more. I am born of the Divine Consciousness of God, the field of infinite possibilities, All That Is, All That Heals, All That Infinitely Loves. May I rest in those pastures, today and every day.

“The issue is not whether our day is easy, but whether we spend it with an open heart.”

“Prayer and meditation reconnect us with our Source. …Just as we used to think that the earth was the center of external power and then found out that the sun is, we have been thinking that man’s ego is the center of internal power, and at last, we’re remembering that God is. …The purpose of prayer is to bring Heaven and earth together.  It gives inner peace in ways that neither intellectual understanding, credentials, money, sex, drugs, houses, clothes nor any gifts of the world can do.  …The intellect gives many things, but ultimately it cannot give comfort.  …Through prayer we find what we cannot find elsewhere; a peace that is not of this world.”

After so many years apart from my Christian and Judaic roots, God doesn’t care why or how I came back, only that I have.

 

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Outdoor table set for breakfastWhen being a mother is like a prayer…  

That first 1 a.m. morning I awoke to my infant son’s cries, stupid sleepy but grinning from ear to ear.  Yes, this was motherhood.  

Fast forward so many years, now to breakfast this morning.  Cold water washing greens, fingers touch the cool handle of a knife to slice the plumpness of a strawberry in half.   Now whisking the eggs … I am held suspended inside this prayer right now, and my undivided attention to it is what makes this tender space between this and that, so sacred.

There are not enough words to describe the sacredness of breakfast, first nourishment of the day and especially the ones we make for our children.

Eggs spill out into an already warmed pan.  Grasping the handle while I add the spinach and the cheese.  Aroma enters this sacred temple, too.

For another day I have been loaned life and life with my children.  I fully take in the holiness of this moment.

I prepare a place at the table for us.  I want to cradle them with this food, and tell them this love will never end. 

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The Prayer

Something magical happens when I experience something that is such a display of splendor for the first time.  It stirs the embers of my Eternal Home.  The fires lit, I remember … nothing, not a thing at all, needs mending today.

I pray you’ll be our eyes
And watch us where we go
And help us to be wise
In times when we don’t know

Let this be our prayer
As we go our way
Lead us to a place
Guide us with your Grace
To a place where we’ll be safe
La luce che tu dai

I pray we’ll find your light
Nel cuore restera
And hold it in our hearts
A ricordarci che
When stars go out each night
L’eterna stella sei
Nella mia preghiera
Let this be our prayer
Quanta fede c’e
When shadows fill our day
Lead us to a place
Guide us with your grace

Give us faith so we’ll be safe.
Sogniamo un mondo senza piu violenza

Un mondo di giustizia e di speranza
Ognuno dia la mano al suo vicino
Simbolo di pace e di fraternita

La forza che ci dai
We ask that life be kind
E’il desiderio che
And watch us from above
Ognuno trovi amore
We hope each soul will find
Intorno e dentro a se
Another soul to love

Let this be our prayer
Let this be our prayer
Just like every child
Just like every child

Needs to find a place,
Guide us with your grace
Give us faith so we’ll be safe
E la fede che
Hai acceso in noi
Sento che ci salvera

Lyrics to The Prayer

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plainandsimple

If there is such a thing as poetic license, I am certainly taking it now.  I have created what is known as a ‘found’ poem.  Up until now, this poem has not existed.  I have selected a couple of lines each from eight different poems and two different authors.  I chose Mary Oliver and Wendell Berry for this creation.  At the end of this found poem, I have cited the poems I used.

If you like to play with poetry, you can do this, too.  I found it a wonderful exercise as something to just drop the day’s events and lose myself inside the soft belly of poetry.  Enjoy…

* * *

I would like to write a poem about the world
that has in it, nothing fancy

Like our travels, our workdays
burned upon the world.

And forgetting everything I will leap to name it
as though for the first time

Turning always in my mind toward you,
your slopes, folds, gentle openings.

As a poem or a prayer, can also make
luminous any dark place on earth.

Maybe we’re necessary to each other,
and this vacant place has need of us both.

Calling us back to why, how and whence
such beauty and what the meaning.

To its joy we come together–the seer
and the seen, the eater and the eaten,
the lover and the loved.

* * *

Each verse was extracted from individual poems.  The pattern begins with Mary Oliver, then Wendell Berry and continues to alternate authors and poems throughout, ending with Wendell Berry.  The following references the poems used in the order that they appear:
Mary Oliver, This World
Wendell Berry, Horses
Mary Oliver, Tasting the Wild Grapes
Wendell Berry, Letter
Mary Oliver, May
Wendell Berry, A Music
Mary Oliver, First Snow
Wendell Berry, The Hidden Singer

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prayer1141If the only prayer you ever say in your whole life is “thank you,” that would suffice.
~Meister Eckhart

It is a simple prayer that does not plead, beg or demand but already assumes it
is given.  And assumes it even perhaps in the face of no factual evidence of it.

What sort of gratitude is that?  It is the kind that is anchored in unwavering faith.
It is unwavering because it is not moved by outer appearances.  Inwardly you
have already become the one who has received and from that your gratitude wells
up naturally.  This gratitude for what has been received and faith in what is not
yet apparent to the senses becomes a spiritual union in consciousness.

At some point, it must then show up as fact in your outer experience.  It is law,
as Abraham would say.

Love, Bethie

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