Prayers for Healing by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781609251284
Publisher: Mango Media

AUTUMN

September 22

Autumnal Equinox

The summer yields to the autumn winds blowing

While the cool burns the leaves golden red

We harvest fields we planted once knowing

Grains of truth would soon come to a head.

Mystery Healer, I feel your hand above my brow

Into your love I bow.

Aging dreams seeming hard to remember

Alluring sleep ever taking its toll

Love redeems like the snows of December

Pure and deep as the infinite soul.

Mystery Healer, I feel your hand above my brow

Into your love I bow.

To meadowlands of our soul's flowering

We return from the roots we have sprung

To understand love we know is empowering

Though we learn from the truth where love hung.

Mystery Healer, I feel your hand above my brow

Into your love I bow.

—Chris Van Cleave

September 23

Would it not take one

Who slept alone to know it?

Who could have told you

That the nights in autumn

Are indeed extremely long?

—Takashina Kishi

September 24

May creatures all abound in weal and peace

May all be blessed with peace always.

Let none cajole or flout

His fellow anywhere

Let none wish others harm

In dudgeon or hate.

Just as with her own life, a mother

Shields from hurt her own, her only child,

Let all-embracing thoughts

For all that lives be thine—

An all-embracing love for all the universe

In all its heights and depths and breadth,

Unstinted love, unmarred by hate within …

—The Sutta Nipata Sutra

September 25

Almighty God, who are mother and father to us all,

Look upon your planet Earth divided:

Help us to know that we are all your children;

That all nations belong to one great family,

And all of our religions lead to you.

Multiply our prayers in every land

Until the whole Earth becomes your congregation,

United in your love.

Sustain our vision of a peaceful future

And give us strength to work unceasingly

To make that vision real. Amen.

—Helen Weaver

September 26

U.S.-born British poet and playwright T.S. Eliot is born in 1888

Blessèd sister, holy mother, spirit of the fountain,

spirit of the garden,

Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood

Teach us to care and not to care

Teach us to sit still

Even among these rocks.

Our peace in His will

And even among these rocks

Sister, mother,

And spirit of the river, spirit of the sea.,

Suffer me not to be separated

And let my cry come unto Thee.

—T.S. Eliot

September 27

Oh God, whose vast light devours all differences and in whose majesty all prejudices tremble, we pray for an opening of our hearts to all our gay brothers and sisters. We ask you to break down the walls that divide us, that keep us estranged.

Give us compassion for the sufferings they have suffered, violations of the spirit through prejudice, discrimination, and judgment, a plague of illness and death; and may we honor them for the bountiful gifts they have brought us, gifts that expand and nourish our spirits.

We acknowledge the burden they have carried in being the living embodiment of the blending of the male and female energies, and give thanks for their living out of the message that human essence is not of the body but of the spirit, not of gender but of consciousness, not of prejudice but of great love.

—Daphne Rose Kingma

September 28

When I rise up

let me

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.