Category Archive for: ‘Gratitude’

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May The Wind Breathe Healing Upon Us

May the Wind breathe healing upon us,
prolong our life-span,
and fill our hearts with comfort!

You are our father, O Wind,
our friend and our brother.
Give us life that we may live.

From that immortal treasure, O Lord,
which is hidden in your abode,
impart to us that we may live.”

— The Vedas

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Trust In Prayer

Hoseng ha o tsoha (When you wake up in the morning )
Bosiu ha o robala (When you sleep at night)
Tshepa Thapelo (Put your trust in prayer)

Leha o le tsietsing (Even if you’re in trouble)
O tsamaya lefifing (walking in darkness)
Tshepa thapelo (Put your trust in prayer)

Leha o thabile Rapela (Even if you are happy – pray)
Leha o lemonateng U rapela (Even if you are joyful – pray )

Oh oh oh Kae kappa kae (Wherever you are)
Neng kappa neng (Whatever the time)
Tshepa thapelo (Put your trust in prayer)

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Prayer by Maya Angelou

Father, Mother, God,
Thank you for your presence
during the hard and mean days.
For then we have you to lean upon.
Thank you for your presence
during the bright and sunny days,
for then we can share that which we have
with those who have less.
And thank you for your presence
during the Holy Days, for then we are able
to celebrate you and our families
and our friends.
For those who have no voice,
we ask you to speak.
For those who feel unworthy,
we ask you to pour your love out
in waterfalls of tenderness.
For those who live in pain,
we ask you to bathe them
in the river of your healing.
For those who are lonely, we ask
you to keep them company.
For those who are depressed,
we ask you to shower upon them
the light of hope.
Dear Creator, You, the borderless
sea of substance, we ask you to give to all the
world that which we need most—Peace.

—Maya Angelou

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Wild and Precious

“I don’t know exactly what prayer is;
I do know how to pay attention.
How to fall down in the grass.
How to kneel in the grass.
How to be idle and blessed.
How to stroll through the fields
–which Is exactly what I have been doing all day.
Tell me; what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last and too soon?
Tell me; what is it you plan to do with your wild and precious Life?”

—Mary Oliver

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Summer Story

When the hummingbird
sinks its face
into the trumpet vine
and the funnels
of the blossoms,
and the tongue
leaps out
and throbs,
I am scorched
to realize once again
how many small, available things
are in the world
that aren’t
pieces of gold
or power–
that nobody owns
or could buy even
for a hillside of money–
that just
float about the world,
or drift over the fields,
or into the gardens,
and into the tents of the vines
and how here I am
spending my time,
as the saying goes,
watching until the watching turns into feeling
so that I feel I am myself
a small bird
with a terrible hunger
with a thin beak probing and dipping
and a heart that races so fast
it is only a heartbeat ahead of breaking
and I am the hunger and the assuagement
and also I am the leaves and the blossoms,
and, like them, I am full of delight and shaking

— Mary Oliver

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