Prayer of Pride - or - Coming into Birth
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have I not wrestled
mightily with You, Oh Lord, Oh Great Spirit,
in my pride of my
strength, thinking that I could demonstrate to You,
how strong I am, and
how earnestly I have searched for Your Truth,
what I forgot was:
You already know
what You have created,
You were always with
me, guiding me to Your Path,
silently guiding me
in Your gentle ways, teasing me forward,
And I forgot You
have written me in Your golden book of Life,
You called forth my
name singing Your constant Song of Love,
And You watched over
me as I was born, just as You blessed my Mother,
and gave her Your
calm wisdom,
and her eyes were
open as she birthed me as the sun came up,
and I was her first
born and it happened on a Sunday and I was holy….
because it is a
miracle that life is reborn from generation to generation,
just part of Your
Constant Miracle to renew us, for we are Your Melody,
we are a part of the
symphony of all Life You have brought forth,
on this great and
tiny world, each part a note of music,
a time signature in
an unending tune,
a golden gong
resonating through the silence of space,
a small and great
shout of joy as You celebrate Spirit being aware of itself,
being aware that
only Your Spirit animates this Universe,
Your breath in our
bodies, Your sacred water and blood coursing through us,
now rushing now
gathering in sacred places, but always in motion, never still
as You swirl Your
currents of Air and Fire and Earth and Water around us,
and through us,
anointing us and bathing us with Your Glory,
carrying us
buoyantly suspended in Your rollicking Sea of Spirit and Longing
a wave of divine
energy breaking on the shore, cresting and falling,
gathering strength
and spending itself over and over,
until with our final
crashing breath, we return to Your dark matrix,
return again to the
invisible part of the electro-magnetic spectrum,
Your Infinite Energy
pulsing through the orbits of planets and stars,
dying and being born
in the dark and light dance of Your Constant Creation,
and all this I
sense, being born into a world of warmth and light,
a world of noise and
tumult, a journey traveled by feel and touch,
like a blind man,
the tactile world bends to the pressure of my strong hands,
and also to the
pressure of my longing to be joined with You, Lord.
