Plowshare prayer

There are so many people, so in need of love, truth, light and healing. Myself included. 

Sometimes it's easy to see other people's need for grace.

And forget to include myself in that.

Sometimes it's hard to see the truth behind all the masks. Sometimes it's hard to see that behind the stories we tell, usually there is great pain. 

A neighbor boy came by today, while I was playing koto in the sunshine. I had just bought a new/old koto with a beautiful covering. And the sound is so beautiful, and rich. I was really just appreciating the warm sun, and the beautiful sound.

The boy drove by on scooter, once, and then again, and he waved. And I waved back. He came over, and chatted. He told me stories, and he got this weird glint in his eye, and started telling me many naughty things he had done, or said he'd done, mostly I feel they weren't exactly true. It felt very---clouded.

 I believe his parents are divorced, and he doesn't have present mother to buffer his father's anger, and other naughty habits. And it is sometimes, so painful to feel into all of these things.

Painful to see at such a young age.

It feels like there are so many strong energies, and it causes something inside me to feel a great sorrow.   The many stories the mind tells itself. Trying to make sense of things.

Sometimes I have a hard time understanding many things.  

But I do understand that love is a beautiful thing.

The heart is my dwelling place. 

That is the highest realest thing I know.

And though the mind tells stories.

The heart knows that love is a beautiful space, a covering of grace despite all life's troubles.

This song found me today. My sister, Rochelle sent it to me. And it seems appropriate. 

For there are so many, so many hearts that are in need of great healing. Light, and truth, and presence, for a resurrection of all the beautiful bits of consciousness that forgot its goodness---a remembrance of the parts of our childhood selves, that knew we were worthy of love, and being loved, and that we are children of God.

Held always in his hands. 

A space of goodness. 

How beautiful it is when love is the space we dwell in.

How beautiful it is when love is loved. When healing, and peace is what we value. 

When children are loved. 

When we love ourselves. And give that truth away to each other.