Father-Mother, One Creator,
Source of Everlasting Bliss,
Constant Breath of Inspiration,
which, to take, is to inhale
the sweet, pure innocence of Heaven:
Reluctant must we be to call on you by name, as if we might,
by naming, circumscribe your mystery, when all that is
required — to know enough, for now — is to reach out and touch the hem of Glory as it passes by.
Until the day we see you face to face, and understanding dawns,
sufficient for the hour is Grace; and may we know by faith that to
accept abundance, pouring-out of love, is to embrace the wealth
of spirit, joy unmerited and favor, our inheritance unearned.
O Ancient Ones, ye saints and angels blessed with intimate acquaintance with the Holy One, and not as we must be, unseeing, blinded by the sun that takes
possession of the visible, that we might
know it merely by reflection:
Guide us when we cannot read
the signs that mark the homeward pathways;
steer us toward the single
destination; give us patience for
the waiting; turn our hearts toward those,
our fellow travelers, who fail
to notice that the way itself is
studded with the riches of the
holy realm. And when we are
diverted by a pretty road that
leads to nowhere, show us what small
treasure it conceals, some
baguettelle that serves as currency,
to trade in time for greater wealth, not
to be hoarded; we are meant to
travel light, I know; for if we
show what tokens we have gathered,
as if they had native value,
not derived from holy purpose,
some will steal them, some deceived as
we have been. Then should we not
forgive, and pity victims of
deception, lured, like us, by dim and
useless radiance, inconstant
light, as if a firefly could
show us what might lie
around the turning?
Your true light, alone, O God, burns
to illuminate and not
devour, and such as we would find in
it is everlasting. Keep us
fast upon the guarded path,
impervious to fervent summons
called in ignorance, or fear,
or malice. Teach us, God, to hear
your voice amid the shrill or subtle
sound and fury. Every choice
creates a future—never, though,
beyond redeeming. Shall we suffer
needlessly, inflicting pain,
deflected from our calling, kept from
Heaven by the specious gleam
of something stolen from a cave,
believing it will save our souls? Or
shall we seek—instead of gold, and
pleasure for an hour—
enlightenment, eternal glory,
Spirit’s treasure, perfect power?
Amen.
Thank you for the prayer. Seems I needed it.