Spirit Poems

Prayer for us all....Terry Tempest Williams  I prayed for strength to remain open and receptive. I prayed to love and be loved in all its manifestations.  I prayed to be generous, to give and receive. I prayed for the forgiveness of those I have harmed. I prayed that I might survive my griefs and express my gratitude. I prayed to honor differences, while seeking unity.  I prayed for discernment, to praise what is beautiful and to sanctify what is not.  I prayed for the poor and I prayed for the lonely.  I prayed for the health and wholeness of all beings, human and wild.  I prayed for my body and the body of Earth, believing we are One. I prayed for arousal that leads us to birth.  I prayed for rain in times of drought.  I prayed for mothers in their times of need as they meet the needs of others. I prayed for each woman, whose heart has been ripped from her chest through sorrow and love, through violence and abuse, through forgiveness and grace.  I prayed for the wisdom that rises wit

 Here is our American Thinker sharing a vision  Thoreau's Journal - November 1, 1858 ...We are independent on all that we see. The hangman whom I have seen cannot hang me. The earth which I have seen cannot bury me. Such doubleness and distance does sight prove. Only the rich and such as are troubled with ennui are implicated in the maze of phenomena. You cannot see anything until you are clear of it. The long railroad causeway through the meadows west of me, the still twilight in which hardly a cricket was heard, the dark bank of clouds in the horizon long after sunset, the villagers crowding to the post-office, and the hastening home to supper by candle-light, had I not seen all this before! What new sweet was I to extract from it? Truly they mean that we shall learn our lesson well. Nature gets thumbed like an old spelling-book. The almshouse and Frederick were still as last November. I was no nearer, methinks, nor further off from my friends. Yet I sat the bench with perfect c