A Prayer for the Living

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A Prayer for the Living

Life,
Break in me whatever needs to be broken.

Fix my hope of ever being fixed.

Use me. Draw every ounce of creativity out of me.

Help me live a radically unique life, forever forging a never-before-trodden path in the forest.

Show me how to love more deeply than I ever thought possible.

Whatever I am still turning away from, keep shoving in my face.

Whatever I am still at war with, help me soften towards, relax into, fully embrace.

Where my heart is still closed, show me a way to open it without violence.

Where I am still holding on, help me let go.

Give me challenges and struggles and seemingly insurmountable obstacles, if that will bring an even deeper humility and trust in the intelligence of life.

Help me laugh at my own seriousness.

Allow me to find the humor in the dark places.

Show me a profound sense of rest in the midst of the storm.

Don’t spare me from the truth. Ever.

Let gratitude be my guide.

Let forgiveness be my mantra.

Let this moment be a constant companion.

Let me see your face in every face.

Let me feel your warm presence in my own presence.

Hold me when I stumble.

Breathe me when I cannot breathe.

Let me die living, not live dying.
Amen.

~Jeff Foster

This prayer took hold of me and wouldn’t let go.

Rooted in presence and a complete and absolute trust in the unfolding source of life.

Facing with transparency and vulnerability whatever is before us.

Not a trying, but instead a deep acceptance of each present moment and ourselves.

Trusting that we will receive direction that births into knowing, and not knowing.

And in the not knowing, this fertile place of birth and creation, continuing to trust.

It just is.

Encompassing all landscapes, both inner and outer.

We call them dark times and light…..but they simply are now moments.

This is the intelligence of our life unfolding.

Finding the sacred in the ordinary.

Humor in the midst of seriousness and despair.

Wholeness in what appears to be broken.

Forever forging a never-before-trodden path in the forest.

Let me die living, not live dying.

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Gaye Abbott, 6/3/19

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