When the world feels almost too broken to bear, I struggle to find hope, to not give in to inertia born of despair. In times such as these, I find prayer and meditation to be a means of centering, a balm, a quieting that creates space for a rebirth of hope and courage. In this space, there is the possibility that an idea will arise, an idea of what I might do, in my small way, to foster peace, to bring comfort to those who need comforting.
In this spirit, I offer a prayer, a meditation for challenging times.
I pray for the body of the world.
I pray for the ten thousand things.
I pray for the brokenness of the world.
I pray for the eternal Tao.
I pray for those I love and those I cannot love.
I pray for those who have passed and those who are yet to come.
I pray for those who suffer in body, mind, or spirit.
I pray that they be healed, comforted, granted peace.
I pray for the creatures who crawl, run, fly, climb, or swim.
I pray for the non-sentient, for they are energy after all.
I pray for plants and trees and all rooted things.
I pray for oceans, lakes, and rivers.
I pray for peace.
I pray for kindness.
I pray that justice might prevail.
I pray
I pray
I pray.
