A prayer for our way forward
A letter to lift your spirit....
Dear and Holy God, Great Spirit and Creator of all that is and may ever be. We bear forth our souls, kneel surrendered in Your soil, and, through our curtain of tears, we pray to You. We pray such piercing gratitude, that You have chosen our human family to walk this day’s journey across the mystic bridge of generations, to endure the rampaging tides of epidemic, war, poverty, oppression. To receive these terrible tides, and gather them in spirit-baskets of Faith, Love, Compassion, and Devotion, bringing them to the sacred fire that crackles as it chants, “We Shall Exist.”
We remember… the persistent nights, deep with despair and shackled in cold, through which ancestral mothers wept their souls, for their children’s sake. And through which ancestral fathers cleaved their own hearts with knives purified in the flames, cleaved them open against the stars, so that night would bear witness to this sacrifice of self, for their children’s sake. And the grandfathers and grandmothers, their eyes glistening in morning’s revelry, would stretch their grieving bones and labored muscles, to uphold their duty, to live, to live until the River, until the Call to Light, live for our human family, unspooling with every tenured breath the story of our beginning, our midway, our horizon. Stories, filled not only with the toll that troubled waters bring, but also with the Greater Purpose of our passage, the Intent soaked into floods of crisis, that only those chosen for such ritual scarification are called to bear.
We pray, Holy Redeemer, Sky of Glory, for understanding: That we are not cursed with these sufferings, rather that we are blessed and released. Found and revealed. Carved, as an indistinct boulder is shaped into masterpiece by the unknowable inspiration poured through its sculptor. That we see the hands of Grace moving over our soul’s terrain, plowing infinite acres, crowning the high places, blessing the valleys with surmountable sun, filling our river beds with precious water, endowing our orchards with fruits of resilience, weeding our pastures, and flowering our meadows, steadily, Perfectly, forging us in the intense mouth of circumstance, bringing us ever into being, into its singular resonance of being human.
And we dance. We dance for the music You have sewn into the symphony of our expedition. Our character braided and locked with the harmony that struggle brings, between physical existence and spiritual essence. With the melody infused into a people by common struggle, which though it may in our personal affliction seem so private and solitary, is by nature a bonding agent, even as the world sleeps through its deadlier affliction of forgetting its Holy Identity. And so, we course, like aged rivers, gathered of Grace and forward flowing, catching sediment from our banks in our immeasurable current, swallowing up our forgetfulness in waves of remembering. Thank You… for returning us to ourselves. Thank You… for revealing our true face. For dispelling illusions with a firm wind. Blowing away our human mist of blindness in the way You touch us.
And we sing. We sing the notes You have taught us by virtue of our mercurial experience, our tremulous triumphs against a backdrop of Truth. We are a particular tribe. Mustered from a certain dust. Imbued with a passionate Light. Our joy shall never leave us, for we are not victims in this play. Oh, Breath of Love, how You have visited us. How You have stayed. We feast on Hope. We harvest Promise. These crops are plentiful and abundant in our burgeoning ground, for You have given us their seed. Even as we remember what all this traveling is for, we anticipate, we intuit, we glimpse the first glimmer of a more pronounceable Peace, sprouting in our deepest soul, seeking our Eternal Sky. We pray, for our circle, for our people, for we are fire walkers, and the flames, they ladder to Heaven and break upon our moments, tidal waves, demanding that we be washed and stripped to nakedness so that we may be clothed in the Awesome weavings of Your Grace. We drink now from Your crafted rain, falling so potently within this human drought. Thank You. We feed from this drumming totality of pain and joy, for sacredness requires a belly full for the voyage. You bleed us empty. You break us into wholeness. We have seen the Light of Your Instrumental Activity. Our Weather has Its way. Please, make us. Receive us. We walk with You. And we… we pray everlasting, unsayable Gratefulness. Knowing that You walk with us. And that You have made our path, Perfectly. We pray this to thee. Oh, how we say, Amen.
Jaiya John
We Birth Freedom at Dawn
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PHONE SESSIONS
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