“Your hope of Heaven, let it rest on the ground underfoot.”
Go outside
Stand on ground that is not human-made
Stand in your bare feet
Let his Hope rise though your soles into your soul.
Re-dedicate yourself to protecting earth’s future
Our only Hope
Our only necessary gift
To the future
For ourselves
For our children
For Wendell Berry
Hail, Holy Queen, Hope of Earth,
Virgin, Mother and Wise Woman.
To you do we cry,
Mud-made, Spirit-filled children of Gaia.
To you do we send up our sighs,
Fearful for this parched, abused world.
Extend, most fertile Womb,
Your hands of caring toward us.
Bless our stewardship
As you were blessed
That this your world may be
Renewed, protected, preserved
By the fruit of your womb, Jesus,
O clement, O loving, O sweet Mother Mary.
During my centering prayer time today, it occurred to me that whatever our spiritual, religious, or political beliefs, we can agree that the individual men and women employed by ICE need calmness, self-control, and wisdom.
Let’s unmask these men and women of ICE — our neighbors, our friends, our relatives — in our hearts, in our prayers, in our wishes for them, in our thoughts about them.
God grant me
…the knowledge of wealth,
…the acknowledgment of privilege,
…and the wisdom to know the difference.
Amen
Ernie, long-loved son-in-law,
Bring her home
Mark, valiant nephew,
Bring her home
Mike and Charlie,
Who knew chronic disabilities,
bring her home
Joe, Winnie Craig’s gorgeous pilot,
Bring her home
Mike, Chris, Joey
Gone too soon
Bring her home
Freddie, treasured godson,
Bring her home
DeeBoy, Irish twin,
Bring her home
Andre, brother and neighbor,
Bring her home
Donald, brother and priest,
Bring her home
Marcel, baby brother,
Bring her home
Daddy George, adored father,
Bring her home
Mere Noon and Mamman
Aunt Lydia, Aunt Winnie
Bring her home
Mere JC,
Tante Del, Tante Dele, Tante Lise,
Tante Née, Tante Georgine,
Bring her home
Forefathers and foremothers,
French and Cajun,
Mom’s own great cloud of witnesses,
Bring her home
Charlie, beloved and troubled husband,
Let her live in peace
Until she is called home.
Cathedrals and castles
battlefields and bastions
sadden me.
To find our Lady
sheltered for centuries
on corners and in crevasses
gladdens me.
Gaia, Maria,
Goddess of heaven and earth,
Mater Dei, Earth Mother,
Bless us.
I chose to bear this burden,
O Eternal Goodness,
But of what value is that choice
If my secret heart resents another
Who chose to reject this burden?
My heart open opens easily
To the care of my mother
To the financing of her needs
But, like a morning glory when the sun rises high,
My selfish heart closes
Too often
On the other
I cannot open my wayward heart
I cannot choose to love
Although I want to
Create in me an open heart, O Eternal Love,
And renew my failing spirit, O Generous Forgiveness,
For the sake of my mother
For the sake of the other
For the sake of your holiness
For the sake of myself
Do for me what I cannot do for myself:
Pull the weed of resentment from my heart
Plant there your always blossoming forgiveness
Amen
Glory be to our creating Goddess
Glory be to our suffering God
Glory be to our abiding Gaia
As She moved in the beginning
So He moves now
And so shall They ever move
Universe upon universal
Time upon timelessness
Amen
Remind me, frequently, please
Eternal loving God
To return again and again to rest
Upon your quietness
Remembering always
Never forgetting
In the busyness of life to
Name You, to know You as
God of my life, my peace and my strength
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