Long-ish Form

Our Mother Who is among us Holy is your name We are your kingdom  You writhe within, awakening us May we make a heaven of this earth.  May we share the love-made bread Of your table,  This day.  Heal our sickly hearts Even as we attend to the  Wounds of those beside us.  Lead us, Warrior Priestess,  Into battle. For our good, Deliver to our hands  New ways of being. For this world is yours And we are its people;  We are Your kingdom, we are Your glory. Now, then, and forever

A Meditation Shape me into an instrument Of  peace; Grant me serenity to accept  What is not mine to change,  To change  what you have given me to shape: Sow love where there is fear, Hope where despair would grow, Forgiveness in the furrows of my wounds. Embroider me with wisdom, Threads from the hem of your  Garment spread over the cold  Immeasurable universe. May I always see the stone beneath my feet;  Eternal Flame, light the lamp I use  To   choose between the roads  Pa