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Spiritual Poetry & Prayers
Understanding
On Heaven's wing, a kiss and a prayer,
Miracle Girl envisages her dream.
Only love's manifest, her heart's true desire.
Divinity spares her time and her wishes come true.
In the one quarter dimension she understands the gift.
It was already spoken
It was already there
It has been, and is still to come.
The breath of a thought.
A gasp of reality.
She knows.
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Exasperation
Ripples in time stand steadfast.
Circle each other, intertwining into non-existence.
Behold a tear so perfect, to cause such devastation that words cannot
sense.
Exasperation is only the reality of your mind,
Where the soul doesn't dare to tread.
Lucifer is there - only in ego.
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Always
For the golden it is true.
For the white it is pure.
Heaven waits for all.
Any colour, every love.
Beyond all dreams of perfection,
our hearts spiral the feather's path.
Always.
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Any and all
Giggles.
The delight of a child,
Brought back from the brink,
Most likely to find restriction.
Not anymore.
A soul set free,
Directed to a path of star wishes, whomever you are,
With Delights of Disney.
Any time
Solitude doesn't exist here.
Angelic encounters too many to reference.
Expanse of life within one mind.
All around.
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Knowing
&
Protecting
He knows her
He loves her
He protects her
He dwells near her
She cannot consume, imagine nor define the existence of a creature so
pure as to offer his own life for hers.
Her very heart and soul knows naught of him.
Yet she is he to the core.
Unknowingly striving for the goal she consciously chose.
Forgetting all and sensing only that which she cannot understand.
He is Michael. She is you!
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Creating Abundance
& Prosperity
a gift from Archangel Michael (provided by Greg Brown)
I create for my Highest good and the Highest good of all.
I create a never ending supply of all good things.
I enjoy what I create and share my Abundance with others.
I create in Harmony with the Creator's Divine Plan.
I know I must take Responsibility for everything I create.
Therefore I only create things that benefit me, the Earth and all living things.
All my needs and desires are met even before I am aware of them.
I give thanks for my Abundance and Prosperity and
I know that everything I am and everything I have
are GIFTS from our Father Mother God.
©
Creating Abundance & Prosperity has been provided with permission of
Greg Brown.
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The Serenity Prayer
by Reinhold Niebuhr
God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life and supremely happy with Him.
Forever in the next.
Amen.
The
Lord's Prayer
or Our Father
1928 version of the Anglican Book of Prayer.
Our Father,
who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy Name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done,
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
and the power, and the glory,
for ever and ever.
Amen.
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Saint Therese' s Prayer
by Saint Theresa
May today there be peace within.
May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.
May you use those gifts that you have received,
and pass on the love that has been given to you.
May you be content knowing you are a child of God.
Let this presence settle into your bones,
and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love.
It is there for each and every one of us. |
July 1968
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Native American Prayer for Peace
(Author Unknown)
O Great Spirit of our Ancestors, I raise my pipe to you.
To your messengers the four winds,
and to Mother Earth who provides for your children.
Give us the wisdom to teach our children to love, to respect, and to be kind to each
other so that they may grow with peace in mind.
Let us learn to share all good things that you provide for us on this Earth.
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Footprints
in the Sand by Mary Stevenson
One night a man had a dream.
He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the LORD.
Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand:
one belonging to him, and the other to the LORD.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
he looked back at the footprints in the sand.
He noticed that many times along the path of
his life there was only one set of footprints.
He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.
This really bothered him and he questioned the LORD about it:
"LORD, you said that once I decided to follow you,
you'd walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life,
there is only one set of footprints.
I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me."
The LORD replied:
"My son, my precious child, I love you and I would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints,
it was then that I carried you."
© Mary
Stevenson - www.footprints-inthe-sand.com
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The
Wreck on Highway 109 by Ruth Gillis
(fictional)
A drunk man in an Oldsmobile
they said had run the light
that caused the six-car pileup
on 109 that night.
When broken bodies lay about
and blood was everywhere,
the sirens screamed out elegies,
for death was in the air.
A mother, trapped inside her car,
was heard above the noise;
her plaintive plea near split the air:
"Oh, God, please spare my boys!"
She fought to loose her pinioned hands;
she struggled to get free,
but mangled metal held her fast
in grim captivity.
Her frightened eyes then focused on
where the back seat once had been,
but all she saw was broken glass
and two children’s seats crushed in.
Her twins were nowhere to be seen;
she did not hear them cry,
and then she prayed they’d been thrown free,
"Oh, God, don’t let them die!"
Then firemen came and cut her loose,
but when they searched the back,
they found therein no little boys,
but the seat belts were intact.
They thought the woman had gone mad
and was traveling alone,
but when they turned to question her,
they discovered she was gone.
Policemen saw her running wild
and screaming above the noise
in beseeching supplication,
"Please help me find my boys!
They’re four years old and wear blue shirts;
their jeans are blue to match."
One cop spoke up, "They’re in my car,
and they don’t have a scratch.
"They said their daddy put them there
and gave them each a cone,
then told them both to wait for Mom
to come and take them home.
I’ve searched the area high and low,
but I can’t find their dad.
He must have fled the scene, I guess,
and that is very bad."
The mother hugged the twins and said,
while wiping at a tear,
"He could not flee the scene, you see,
for he’s been dead a year."
The cop just looked confused and asked,
"Now, how can that be true?"
The boys said, "Mommy, Daddy came
and left a kiss for you.
"He told us not to worry
and that you would be all right,
and then he put us in this car
with the pretty, flashing light.
We wanted him to stay with us,
because we miss him so,
but Mommy, he just hugged us tight
and said he had to go.
"He said someday we’d understand
and told us not to fuss,
and he said to tell you, Mommy,
he’s watching over us."
The mother knew without a doubt
that what they spoke was true,
for she recalled their dad’s last words,
"I will watch over you."
The firemen’s notes could not explain
the twisted, mangled car,
and how the three of them escaped
without a single scar.
But on the cop’s report was scribed,
in print so very fine,
An angel walked the beat tonight
on Highway 109.
© 1999 Ruth Gillis
- Ruth's House of Poetry:
home.att.net/~ruthgill/index.htm
In Love and Light
Jo Thompson
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