Sleep. Too much sleep or sleeplessness. A serious side effect of mental illness when it’s activated. This time, I cannot sleep. Sleep. Depression, anxiety, or stress often disrupt sleep that worsens the disorder and further sleep problem. I cannot sleep. … Continue reading
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… simple prayers are sacred acts. They’re tender and profound. They aren’t the formal prayers of the institutional church. They aren’t the ecstatic utterances of a miraculous vision. They are dignified, homely and eloquent, the ordinary and yet sacred stuff … Continue reading
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Just before I woke up from a deep sleep, I dreamt of a single red rose. I can’t remember what the dream was, but the rose stayed with me. The night before, I watched a video of Aokigahara Documentary.The narrator has the … Continue reading
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A new hour, a new day, a new Sunday. I happened to be standing beside him As he completed the canvass for me Praying “Draw me, draw me, Spirit of God That I may think what is Holy.” I … Continue reading
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STORYTIME This game made me relive my childhood. Ocarina Of Time was the first video game I was ever introduced to when I was 4 years old by my dad. My dad used to do graveyard shifts at … Continue reading
Love was definitely in the air yesterday. There was the look of love in people’s eyes. Men carrying a bouquet of flowers. Cars are running in slow motion giving pedestrians a chance to cross the street. I can’t believe that they are actually yielding to us. In turn, I gave them the peace sign instead of giving them the bird.
Valentine’s Day is now over. Yesterday’s red roses are dead. Some are feeling the effect of sugar crash from eating chocolates. I have none of these, but I still feel giddy about meeting people on the road and striking a conversation.
I meet a man on the street who lives two blocks away from me at The Poppy, a residential home for older folks. Still walking with the aid of a walker. I tell you, those walkers are the most significant invention for elderly as a means of their independence just to get around. He is so proud to say that he is 99 years old and can’t wait to reach his centennial year. He has two children. One of them came to visit him to celebrate her 73rd birthday. He proceeded to tell me that his wife died five years ago and they were married for 77 years. He’s happy having his children, grand, and great-great-grandchildren. He doesn’t appear to be that ancient. He seems to be in his 70’s.
We parted and wished me Happy St. Valentine’s Day.
It must be love that keeps him going.
To a disciple who was forever complaining about others the master said, “If it is peace you want, seek to change yourself, not other people. It is easier to protect your feet with slippers than to carpet the whole of the earth.” ~ Anthony de Mello, SJ
MORSEL: The paradox of control is simple. The more we try to control life, the less control we have. ~ Joan Borysenko, Ph.D.
Photo via TWIST – Picasso, Merton, and Pathways to Peace.
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When a child is missing, we can make a difference by sending out Amber Alert to secure the child’s safety as quickly as we can. Meanwhile in Vancouver, BC, an infant is venerated by thousands of people at the Cathedral, the image … Continue reading
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I pray that each one of us stays awake as we fall. I pray that we choose to go into the abyss willingly and that our fall is cushioned by faith–faith that at the bottom we will be caught and … Continue reading
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Just what I need. After mass one Sunday, a little boy unexpectedly announced to his mom, “Mom, I’ve decided to become a priest when I grow up.” “That’s ok with us if you want to do that,” she said, “but … Continue reading
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We have just finished our third night of prayer for our dearly beloved, Lorena when her sister’s mother-in-law followed Lorena’s footsteps. Now, we have to remember the mother-in-law in our prayers as well. Tonight will be the sixth evening that is extra … Continue reading
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I suppose for a child, adult seems to be larger than life and that’s how my nephew, Carlos, drew his mom. Tall, colorful clothing with beautiful red smiling lips. As for the arms, I don’t know why they turned … Continue reading
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With heightened awareness on the growing tension crossing the border to USA, we make sure that we bring all proper identification. Canadian passport might not be enough because our passport states our country of origin, Philippines. Should we ever get … Continue reading
What is prayer?
You take words,
everyday words,
and all of a sudden they become holy.
Why?
Because there is something
that separates one word from
another and then you try to fill
the vacuum.
With what?
With whom?
With what memory?
With what aspiration?
So when words bring you closer
to the prisoner in his cell,
to the patient who is dying on his bed alone,
to the starving child,
then it’s a prayer.
words by Elie Wiesel
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“My mind echoes a chant: Don’t look at your phone. Whatever you do, don’t look at your phone. I sit alone on the bench, outside of a café as I wait for a friend. The lines on each passing face, … Continue reading
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It was a warm afternoon when I suddenly came out of my meditation hearing the voice “Mother T died.” Mother T? Who is Mother T? Where did that voice come from? Perplexed, I ended the meditation and continued the daily … Continue reading
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I am here, Jesse, where it seems there is only the dry sand and the wet blood. I do not fear so much for myself, my friend Jesse, I fear for my woman who is home, and my young … Continue reading
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Well, Maurice, do pray that cats go to heaven. A movie was made that dogs go to heaven and I am still waiting for Disney to make a movie that cats go to heaven. This is how I speak to … Continue reading
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A task at hand What am I really doing When I am doing What I am doing. Here I am. I have a task a task at hand. I pray. Guide me further on this journey to provide comfort for … Continue reading
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Earth teach me quiet ~ as the grasses are still with new light. Earth teach me suffering ~ as old stones suffer with memory. Earth teach me humility ~ as blossoms are humble with beginning. Earth teach me caring ~ … Continue reading
Joining a guided walking and sightseeing holiday in Cuba with Walker’s World is not actually a pilgrimage. However, I made sure that I consider it as one for I always consider myself a pilgrim on this earth. Visiting Churches is … Continue reading
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Be silent. Be still. Alone. Empty Before your God. Say nothing. Ask nothing. Be silent. Be still. Let your God look upon you. That is all. God knows. God understands. God loves you With an enormous love, And only wants … Continue reading
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With a twist of fate, I struggle to trust Jesus that this is what we need in life. I do not want bad things happen to people I care. When it does, I shouted at God that this is unfair! … Continue reading
Every morning, when I look at myself in the mirror, this is what I see. Not my tousled hair, not the morning star at the corner of my eyes, not the blemishes on my skin. But this reminder what Life … Continue reading
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Litany of Humility O Jesus! meek and humble of heart, Hear me. From the desire of being esteemed, Deliver me, Jesus. From the desire of being loved… From the desire of being extolled … From the desire of being honored … Continue reading
Remembering the names of everyone in my family is challenging since I belong to a large, very large family. It can be a disconcerting moment of my life since I pride myself in having good memory. I remember when I … Continue reading
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A little bit of bread for the pigeons, place them on top of the shoe, be very very still, the bird will come to feed right on the left foot. It doesn’t take too much to make someone happy especially … Continue reading
May I see what I do.
May I do it differently.
May I make this a way of life.
The story behind the prayer Let the discomfort begin with me.
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We all could use a prayer.
If you need a prayer, leave a comment and we will pray for you.
If you have a prayer, leave a comment and we will pray together.
Have a blessed Sunday.
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Prayer is largely just being silent: holding the tension instead of even talking it through, offering the moment instead of fixing it by words and ideas, loving reality as it is instead of understanding it fully. Prayer is commonly a … Continue reading
Distractions in prayer drive some people crazy.
I simply decided years ago that I would make my distractions part of my prayer and I refuse to get annoyed by my flighty brain. The “solution” proposed here might work for you if distractions do disturb you.
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“I have noticed in all the serious circumstances of my life that nature always reflected the image of my soul. On days filled with tears the heavens cried along with me; on days of joy the sun sent forth its joyful rays in profusion, and the blue skies were not obscured by a single cloud.”
…
Our Thanksgiving Prayer
Thank you for the variety of seasons and moods in my life.
Thank you for the love affair You have with me and the whole creation reflected in the changing seasons of sun, shadows, transformations, dormancy and renewed life; seasons of light, darkness, rain, heat, cold and warmth, worry and warmth.
Thank you for the exchange and intimacy of life I so often take for granted.
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“The prayer of quiet is a prayer that makes room for God’s presence.
When we are quiet, we have come to the end of talking, finished being in charge, finished insisting on our own way.
We are ready to make room for God’s voice, for God’s guidance, for God’s way.
The prayer of quiet involves listening and waiting.
This often does not feel like prayer.
Because we tend to think of prayer as doing something, rather than as waiting quietly before God….”
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It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch
a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.”
~ Praying by Mary Oliver (Thirst)
Read these words aloud as a prayer for this stage of your life—the fullness and generativity of your being.
Rest: A Poem
I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.
I want to free what waits within me
so that what no one has dared to wish for
may for once spring clear
without my contriving.If this is arrogant, God, forgive me,
but this is what I need to say.
May what I do flow from me like a river,
no forcing and no holding back,
the way it is with children.Then in these swelling and ebbing currents,
these deepening tides moving out, returning,
I will sing you as no one ever has,
streaming through widening channels
into the open sea.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
(Translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)
via Richard Rohr
The Riverside Church
January 19, 1936
My dear Dr. Einstein,
We have brought up the question: Do scientists pray? in our Sunday school class. It began by asking whether we could believe in both science and religion. We are writing to scientists and other important men, to try and have our own question answered.
We will feel greatly honored if you will answer our question: Do scientists pray, and what do they pray for?
We are in the sixth grade, Miss Ellis’s class.
Respectfully yours,
Phyllis
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January 24, 1936
Dear Phyllis,
I will attempt to reply to your question as simply as I can. Here is my answer:
Scientists believe that every occurrence, including the affairs of human beings, is due to the laws of nature. Therefore a scientist cannot be inclined to believe that the course of events can be influenced by prayer, that is, by a supernaturally manifested wish.
However, we must concede that our actual knowledge of these forces is imperfect, so that in the end the belief in the existence of a final, ultimate spirit rests on a kind of faith. Such belief remains widespread even with the current achievements in science.
But also, everyone who is seriously involved in the pursuit of science becomes convinced that some spirit is manifest in the laws of the universe, one that is vastly superior to that of man. In this way the pursuit of science leads to a religious feeling of a special sort, which is surely quite different from the religiosity of someone more naive.
With cordial greetings,
your A. Einstein
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A Prayer in Spring
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.
Robert Frost, from Robert Frost: Collected Poems, Prose, and Plays (Library of America)
Thank you David Lose for sharing another inspired poem.
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As my prayer become more attentive and inward
I had less and less to say.
I finally became completely silent.
I started to listen
– which is even further removed from speaking.
I first thought that praying entailed speaking.
I then learnt that praying is hearing,
not merely being silent.
This is how it is.
To pray does not mean to listen to oneself speaking,
Prayer involves becoming silent,
And being silent,
And waiting until God is heard.
–Søren Kierkegaard, quoted by Joachim Berendt in “The Third Ear,” translated by Tim Nevill (Shaftsbury, England: Element Books, 1988).
Wisdom from our summer 1990 issue on attention |Parabola Magazine
Photo Credit: Randy P. Martin
Sometimes it can be difficult to be thankful when you feel miserable. That misery usually becomes worse when well 
meaning people remind you of what you should be thankful for. So, let me offer a prayer of gratitude for all who struggle with depression, or any other mental or emotional condition.
Dear Lord,
For all these things I thank you. Amen.
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Morning walk to the train station is a beginning of my workday. One can only be filled with awe seeing a painted sky and feel the gratitude of a new day. I face the east only to see the sun starting to rise, welcomes and greets me: Good Morning.
Beginning 7am
Spirit who comes out of the East, come to me with the power of the East, the light of the rising sun. Let there be light on the path I walk. Let me remember always that you give the gift of a new day and let me never be burdened with sorrow by not starting over.
As I step out of the office is a beginning of an evening; a beautiful horizon at the west as the sun starts to descend, bids adieu and so long: Good Night.
Beginning 4:30pm
Great Life Giving Spirit, I face the West, the direction of sundown. Let me remember every day that the moment will come when my sun will go down. Never let me forget that I must fade into you. Give me beautiful color; give me a great sky for setting so that when it is time to meet you, I come with glory.
In between this time is laden with new beginnings. One has to be in tune with the surroundings, pay attention and most importantly keep my ears opened to any whisperings: the rustling of the winds, the cry of the gulls or the high-pitch sound. When I hear that sound, I have to stop and be still. I know that sound. It is somewhat surprising to listen to it in the busy city just outside where I work. Mind you, this is a residential area where garden abounds.
Finally, I see it. Hummingbird! Seeing this precious little thing is a beginning of an exciting afternoon break that I must tell any passersby who are willing to listen to me. They, too, became excited. And in the end, they are thankful to experience the sight and sound of a hummingbird.
Hummingbird (green)
It doesn’t end here.
Another sighting of another hummer that is doing its mating call and dance happened. Have you ever seen how it courts a female hummer? The male sounds off the most incredible ear-piercing soft sound, will sky-rocket way up high and dives down. It does this maneuver over and over. What an accelerating experience.
Hummingbird (red)
I was looking like a fool until someone joined me in this marvelous dance of life. Soon, it will be a beginning of a baby hummer. Hopefully.
i thank You God for most this amazing
i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any—lifted from the no
of all nothing—human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
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There’s a new world somewhereDec 22, 2013, Sunday. Today, we will light up the fourth candle and it represents Love.
Memories came flooding in, seeping out of my memory bank. The earthquake, the storm, death, then calm.
Being born in the Philippines Mother nature rules. Nature does not discriminate, from the young and old, from the poor and rich, from the ordinary to famous folks; we are all affected. One of the saving graces, I now live in beautiful British Columbia, Canada. Hardly any storm but plenty of rain and cloudy days.From what I can remember, Father was swept away by the sea, never to be found. Was there a storm at the time that caused ragging waves? I still have yet to know. Mother had a nervous breakdown when Father died. Was it his death or the thought of having to care for 13 children, the youngest four months old. I was only four years old. Most of my memory is vague maybe it was buried with Father in the sea.
Flying debris, the tin roof blown by the mighty wind, trees falling down, roaring of the wind, torrential rain and flooding are the effects of nature passing through.
Then came Ruby Tower crashing down. It was intensity 7.7 in the Richter scale. People rushing out of their homes. Me standing by the canal, the water creating a whirlpool and saw a huge rock emerged from the ground.
We were spared from these disasters except Father.
The Voice of God in a Great Storm A Psalm of David. (Psalm 29) Ascribe to the Lord, O heavenly beings,This is a Day of Grace. Related Articles:
ascribe to the Lord glory and strength.
Ascribe to the Lord the glory of his name;
worship the Lord in holy array. The voice of the Lord is upon the waters;
the God of glory thunders,
the Lord, upon many waters. The voice of the Lord is powerful,
the voice of the Lord is full of majesty. The voice of the Lord breaks the cedars,
the Lord breaks the cedars of Lebanon. He makes Lebanon to skip like a calf, and Sir′ion like a young wild ox. The voice of the Lord flashes forth flames of fire.
The voice of the Lord shakes the wilderness,
the Lord shakes the wilderness of Kadesh. The voice of the Lord makes the oaks to whirl,
and strips the forests bare;
and in his temple all cry, “Glory!” The Lord sits enthroned over the flood;
the Lord sits enthroned as king for ever.
May the Lord give strength to his people!
May the Lord bless his people with peace!
First, I had an epiphany and you can read it here.
Second, I found out what is the most popular search: The Cat Prayer.
It’s rather interesting to read the search engines and the various ways people identify what they are looking for. These are the examples:
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Thirdly, I am thankful and appreciate your interest on this article. Therefore, I am reposting it for your enjoyment.
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Spain is filled with churches and we tried to stopped by in most of them, time permitting. When I enter a new church, they say make a wish and your wish will be granted. I have three wishes and I pray it all … Continue reading
The spring rains did not come and the summer heat was worse than it had ever been. All the fields in the area were parched, dusty, and brown. Our livelihood, our way of life, was wilting away. Most mornings we would search the sky for any sign of relief, for a hint of rain on the horizon. Days turned into arid weeks and soon became months. Everywhere faithful people prayed.
The ministers, priest and rabbi of our local churches announced that there would be a special service to pray for rain on the following Saturday. They asked that everyone bring an object of their faith. So come Saturday morning we all gathered in the town square. People came with anxious faces and hopeful hearts. Looking around you could see the Bibles, Book of Prayers, crosses, crucifixes, pictures of Jesus – and you could tell the Catholic because of their rosaries.
And so we prayed. We prayed a mighty prayer of praises for God, praises for His divine protection, and petitions for rain. We sang, prayed some more, and heard the minister proclaim our faith in Jesus. And then we prayed some more. Just as the hour of prayer was concluding, and as if by some divine cue, a soft rain began to fall. Cheers swept the crowd as they held their treasured objects high in gratitude and praise. The Pentecostals were shouting out their Hallelujahs with arms raised in ecstasy. The Catholics even got excited and were waving their rosaries, whipping them around in a frenzy.
But one symbol of faith seemed to overshadow all the others; one person had brought an umbrella.
Special birthday pilgrimage to receive blessings on my 50th birthday in Vatican, Rome, Italy.
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Entering the narrow pathways considered as a street in Santiago de Compostela, we could see the steeple of the cathedral. The pilgrims’ steps quickened as they are getting excited to reach their destination. In front of the towering old steeple, dating as … Continue reading
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For most walkers or hikers, going up the mountain is far easier than going down . When it comes to descending, it is really hard on the knees and toes especially when the mountain is too rocky and paved with … Continue reading
On my way to work, something fell from the sky. As I walked closer to it, it appeared to be a small piece of paper iridescent green colour. I bend down to pick it up and it was paper light.
Good Lord. A hummingbird. I don’t know what to do. I was so scared that it might have died from the impact of hitting the pavement. It was breathing so fast. Stroking it as gently as possible and praying to it “Please do not die” was all I can do,
I turned around and went to the nearest bush. I laid it gently, left and hope it will come back to its senses.
On my coffee break around 10 am, I went to check the bush. The hummingbird was gone. I hope it flew away.
This was the first time I encountered a hummingbird.
Fast forward a year later. Spring, a beautiful sunny day, however, the dark night of the soul is trying to invade me.
I was gardening on my balcony at the same time talking to God.
God, where are you. I don’t particularly like how I am feeling, please take this away from me. Where are you?
Suddenly I heard this whooshing sound. It was high pitched buzzing more like it. Am I hearing things now? Or the tension is affecting my eardrums again?
I look up and right in front of me was this beautiful golden hummingbird.
Oh my God. I repeated this so many times in my mind. Transfixed to this small creature, I did not breathe nor move for fear of scaring it away.
Time stood still.
Zoom, it was gone. So was the dark night of the soul.
From here on, the hummingbird is my constant companion especially when I tend to garden. One hummer brought others and they stay around all year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;Let us pray then, with all fervour for this peace which our Divine redeemer came to bring us.
May he banish from the souls of all people whatever might endanger peace.
May he transform all people into witnesses of truth, justice and brotherly love.
May he illumine with his light the minds of rulers, so that, besides caring for the proper material welfare of their peoples, they may also guarantee them the fairest gift of peace.
Pacem in Terris
As we long for peace we remember our brothers and sisters of all faiths – and none – who share our longings.
Baha’i Garden in Israel Pilgrimage 2010
Prayer for peace
May Christ inflame the desires of all people to break through the barriers which divide them, to strengthen the bonds of mutual love, to learn to understand one another and to pardon those who have done them wrong. Through his power and inspiration, may all peoples welcome each other to their hearts as brothers and sisters, and may the peace they long for ever flower and ever reign among them.
Pacem in Terris
At Sacred Space today can I allow the Word of God to stir up the authentic desires and longings of my heart? The men and women of the whole world long for peace.
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Prayer for peace on Earth
Everyone who has joined the ranks of Christ must be a glowing point of light in the world, a nucleus of love, a leaven of the whole mass. He will be so in proportion to his degree of spiritual union with God.
Pacem in Terris
Prayer for peace on Earth
The International community, which since 1948 has possessed a charter of the inalienable rights of the human person, has generally failed to insist sufficiently on corresponding duties. It is duty that establishes the limits within which rights must be contained in order not to become an exercise in arbitrariness. A greater awareness of universal human duties would greatly benefit the cause of peace. (John Paul 2nd).
As I pray today at Sacred Space we remember that the Lord never forces me. The voice of God is one of love. As we Christians long for peace we remember our brothers and sisters of other faiths who share our longings.
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A Jain Prayer
Lead me from death to Life, from falsehood to Truth. Lead me from despair to Hope, from fear to Trust. Lead me from hate to Love, from war to Peace. Let Peace fill our heart, our world, our universe. – Satish Kumar
Source: Sacred Space
Prayer for peace on Earth
Pope John Paul II reflected on Blessed John XXIII’s Four Pillars of Peace:
» Truth will build peace if every individual sincerely acknowledges not only his rights, but also his own duties towards others.
» Justice will build peace if in practice everyone respects the rights of others and actually fulfils his duties towards them.
» Love will build peace if people feel the needs of others as their own and share what they have with others.
» Freedom will build peace and make it thrive if, in the choice of the means to that end, people act according to reason and assume responsibility for their own actions.
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I am standing on the right side of the door and on the left side is sibling # 6. We are outside the door looking in. We are looking at a beautiful room, freshly painted with all shades of colour.
The wall’s background is sky blue. On top of the blue, the design is hard to describe as if it’s painted by an artist. There were green, yellow, orange, pink. These colours are soft and pleasant to look at. It’s a very peaceful room.
A single bed is on the right side covered with lacy white sheet. It’s so inviting that I want to go inside the room and lie on the bed.
Mother is resting on the bed. All I see is her legs from the knee down to her feet. I know it’s her even though I don’t see her face.
Who painted the room? I asked sibling #6.
Sibling # 2 painted the room. She responded.
I stood by the door for the longest time admiring the workmanship of sibling #2. However, she is not in the dream; just me and #6.
What a heavenly dream. My mother died in 2000 and to see her is my dream is wonderful. “In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.” John 14:2
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Who is he? I asked. I really do not know much about him but he has a famous quote prior to his conversion:
O Lord, help me to be pure, but not yet. ~ St. Augustine
I have committed this prayer by heart.
It is a daily mantra that I say on the way to work or when I go for a walk. The mantra is very meditative and in the end, it is no longer I that is present but the Spirit of God, in this body.
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As I mentioned on this post, A Song, A Book, My Name, I grew up singing The Pilgrim Song. This is another song that I sing since childhood. It is not a traditional hymn but it draws me nearer to the Lord. I know there is a Promised Land.
There’s a new world somewhere
They call The Promised Land
And I’ll be there some day
If you will hold my hand
I still need you there beside me
No matter what I do
For I know I’ll never find another you
There is always someone
For each of us they say
And you’ll be my someone
For ever and a day
I could search the whole world over
Until my life is through
But I know I’ll never find another you
It’s a long, long journey
So stay by my side
When I walk through the storm
You’ll be my guide
Be my guide
If they gave me a fortune
My pleasure would be small
I could lose it all tomorrow
And never mind at all
But if I should lose your love, dear
I don’t know what I’d do
For I know I’ll never find another you
But if I should lose your love, dear
I don’t know what I’d do
For I know I’ll never find another you
Another you
Another you
We have been told
with all your heart
as the Father has loved me
so I have loved you.
You are my friends
if you keep my commands.
No longer slaves
I call you friends.
No greater love
Huh…What are you talking about, human?
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Last year on March 31, 2012 we celebrated Starr’s retirement party. And she has all the reason to smile for being an instrument of God. And I have all the reason to smile outward and inward when I think of her.The great classic book The Song of Bernadette was written by Franz Werfel. In his most desperate moment trying to escape from the Germans when he was hiding in Lourdes, he made a vow to write the song of Bernadette … Continue reading
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This room is so inviting. Not a soul, lucky me. As I walk along the hallway, the altar is simply plain and a symbol of Christianity hangs on the wall. Crucified Jesus Christ. Standing in front of the altar, on my … Continue reading
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Back to Espace Bernadette. Once we settled, Good Sister escorted us to Bernadette’s bedroom. You know the room that I requested that I did not get. The room is now converted into a chapel. Subsequently, we followed the footsteps of Bernadette … Continue reading
Wheel of Life
This is in response to Daily Post: Weekly Writing Challenge: Image vs Text
Hang in There
In my travels, I met this nice elderly Filipino lady. One day, on the way to train station, I saw her giving out Vancouver Metro by the train station. I started reading again because of this Filipino lady. To help her out distribute the newspapers, I went to the extent of taking five newspapers to further distribute them at work.
I’m beginning to like Vancouver Metro because it has more good news than bad news. Or maybe, I am just selectively reading the good part. Besides, it provides easy to follow food recipes and this is the best part.
For Tuesday, January 23, 2013 issue, the headline was “Nothing to Fret My Pet!” It is actually a love story of a woman and her deer. To make the short story even shorter: they will live happily ever after when it was decided by law makers not to forcibly separate them. I love happy endings.
Source: Vancouver Metro
To read more about it, here’s the link: Metro News.
Psalm 42 As the deer longs for running streams… so my soul longs for you, O God.Music, in my opinion, must have started way before the formation of words and became a sentence. To cite an example, my sister #4 when she was pregnant, she attached a head phone on her big tummy and played classical … Continue reading
Peace Prayer
Posted in Lucy’s Face Book
Lord, grant me
the serenity to accept the things that I cannot change
the courage to change the things that I can
the wisdom to know the difference
And I will be guided by the Holy Spirit.
This is in response to Daily Prompt: In Crisis. Come and join us.
And a beautiful story Morning Story: Do Unto Others.
Have a blessed day.
Pax Tecum, (Peace be With You) _/\_ Seeker
“DP Prompt: Take Two – Run outside. Take a picture of the first thing you see. Run inside. Take a picture of the second thing you see. Write about the connection between these two random objects, people, or scenes.”
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.
The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset, and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;
The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.
He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.
Poem by: Cecil Frances Alexander
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Fortune Cookie
“You’re locked in a room with your greatest fear. Describe what’s in the room.”
Hotmail In Box: No new mail. I might as well read all the letters then.
Vanakkham – Greetings to you. Mentally, I am in good health and my well-being is calm. I like praying and I dislike quarrelling. I receive so many suggestions and ideas about to live like a guide to others and how can I live without giving any difficulties to other and how can I be of help. I shared everything to my friends.
With God’s grace and your love I am living peacefully. I will remember you in my daily prayers. Since I can’t write this letter, our field worker has written this letter for me.
Yours lovingly, signed with a thumb print
These are bits and pieces of the letters I received from PMB1245 Child ID. My foster child’s name is Kulandai Samy. He is much too old for a foster child, older than me. He is blind. And I am speaking on behalf of Samy.
I’ve never read a single word of fear from a blind person. He cannot describe what’s in the room for that matter. Samy, has given me so much joy since 2009. Twice a year, I received a letter and annually a Christmas card enclosed a photo of him. He does look so peaceful.
I received a call from the agency that Samy died of a heart attack last week, beginning of January 2013. Now, he is forever peaceful, united with God.
Kulandai Samy, where ever you are, I thank you for coming into my life. I’ll be seeing you in the next life.
Last Word
Shoes for Three Kings
Needless to say, I received some treats from the Three Kings and then some. Next celebration is Easter Sunday. Mark your calendar that will April 7, 2013.
In my faith, today is also called Epiphany. The meaning from Webster Dictionary is:
: an appearance or manifestation especially of a divine being
: an intuitive grasp of reality through as an event usually simple and striking
: an illuminating discovery, realization, or disclosure
: a revealing scene or moment
: a usually sudden manifestation or perception of the essential nature or meaning of something
Have you ever had an Epiphany? I think I did. And let me tell you this story that happened in 2011 Pilgrimage to Holy Land, Egypt and Jordan.
Pandemonium! Everybody was excited to go home after 21 days of being on the road as a Pilgrim. People are coming in and out of their hotel rooms. Checking each other’s luggage. Sharing stories, pictures and laughter. What did you buy to bring home? What’s your favourite place? What, what, what? Too many questions and I am starting to become tone-deaf. I need some solitude.
I would like to stay longer and soak up the three world’s religion: Islāmic, Judaism and Christianity. I want to be with the Muslims, Jews and Christians: and have an Interfaith Dialogue. But good things must come to an end.
Last night at Jordan side: I retreated to the balcony to find some peace and quiet, drinking tea and having a smoke. The balcony is facing a beautiful garden and overlooking the Dead Sea. I could see Israel from the balcony. On a clear day, I could literally see the walls of the old Jerusalem. On the right, I can imagine the location of Bethlehem, Nazareth and other geographical areas of where ancient time began based on the First and Old Testament. This will be my last trip. I have now covered the places of the Testaments. The Bible will become truly alive in my mind and heart. The readings during the mass will be more meaningful for my mind can conjure the places where I have visited. Gratitude, I am filled with gratitude to my God for making it possible for me to experience the trip of a lifetime.
It’s dark. Only a silhouette of the mountain is visible. The lights were flickering across the waters. Inside the hotel room, commotion ruled.
I settled in the dark, trying to calm myself down. It’s good to be here, Lord. I started speaking in my mind. Careful that nobody will hear me for they already think I’m batty. Don’t care. Then, whispering softly, I raised my right arm, started waving goodbye to Israel.
Goodbye, Jerusalem
Goodbye, Bethlehem
Goodbye, Nazareth
Oh, what is that? A star? A bright shining star that appeared so close and yet so far. Hmm, is it a plane? No, it’s not moving. Ok then, as I made this schizophrenic dialogue within myself. One asks; the other personality answers. Oh, let me see. That’s Jerusalem, that’s, Nazareth; that’s Bethlehem. Aha! This must be the STAR that the Magi saw. Imagine that and it’s not even Christmas yet.
Last Night at Jordan – Nov 2011
January 5, 2013 Notes to file: Not much to do on a rainy Saturday day especially when I am nursing my colds. I came across with this article from The Globe and Mail about giving: how many Canadians give and other trends … Continue reading
