May you listen to your longing to be free.
May the frames of your belonging
be large enough for the dreams of your soul.
May you arise each day with a voice of blessing
whispering in your heart
...something good is going to happen to you.
May you find harmony between your soul and your life.
May the mansion of your soul
never become a haunted place.
May you know the eternal longing
that lies at the heart of time.
May there be kindness in your gaze when you look within.
May you never place walls between the light and yourself.
May you be set free from the prisons
of guilt, fear, disappointment and despair.
May you allow the wild beauty
of the invisible world to gather you,
mind you, and embrace you in belonging.
John O'Donahoe
2 comments:
I'm still stuck in Mother's Day mode.
The prayer, though written by a man, could be a mother's prayer for her children:
"May the Mansion of your Soul never become a haunted place.... May you be set free from the prisons of guilt, fear, disappointment and despair."
Thanks, Rainey for posting this.
Dear Nell ~You are more than welcome.
FlowerLady
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