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01 Friday May 2020

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flowers, hope, life, May, mourning dove, neighbor, prayer, quarantine

May
not mine, unclaimed by me,
flowers beside her door
and devoted mother,
guardian near the steps,
joyful colors
life in perilous places
Grace in troubled times
Humbled in your presence
flowers and feather
Amen.

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a small meditation

31 Tuesday Oct 2017

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gifts, prayer, Samhain, summon

Be careful what you ask for in your summoning,

for you summon carelessly yearlong,

careful what you ask for in thinnest dark tonight.

You prepared carefully, lovingly for this night

Altar handmade and sincere, you sit and breathe

moonlight incense focused on flickering light.

Careful what you ask for in thinnest dark tonight,

ask not to see the dead, those who cannot recall their plight

those with brass buttons & purple ribbons dangling from

bones, those who carry the instrument of their death in weary hands

you didn’t mean to summon the dead, the words slipped out

and their unrest will visit you. One by one, everyone

you have forgotten about.

Be careful of your face while summoning, measure your heart’s beating

Is your brow placid as a dawn lake, your heart loose and light

Does a smile walk upon your lips, gateway for thinnest night?

Ask for spirits to come if they wish. Ask them what they need,

give them what they ask or crave

receive what they leave and let them go.

One night they will not appear because your love

set them free.

Shed the veil and set your own tears free.

A Prayer For The Little Mothers

31 Thursday Aug 2017

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gratitude, incense, justice, mother, prayer, suffering

Little cauldron Three Legs, metal of earth shaped by human hands, symbol of maiden, mother, and crone filled with smoky, deep incense:  I come to you imperfect, willing but unwise and always seeking. My hands are tied to yours, fingers burning. I ask you into my heart and my home, though my corners are dusty. No secret is unknown to you.

I pray for all the Little Mothers. My heart aches for one today, and I seek your counsel. Some Little Mothers suffer more than the others, it seems their constant charity, compassion, and kindness when they themselves have so little is repaid with more suffering. Perhaps I have much to learn from them, and should not question the choices they make, offering everything they have to everyone in need, saving nothing for themselves, still finding strength to go on.

Perhaps you are already with the Little Mothers, though they do not recognize you. Perhaps it is you that breathes courage and happiness into their ears while they sleep. It is you I see in their shy smiles. Perhaps it is we who need to examine our “suffering,” ask our hearts to empty so they may fill, open arms to all, not just the deserving.

Help me to remember these things always, long after the incense fades.

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