Let us dance in the sun and hold each other
when darkness sets in we will have the light of laughter and love
to dance our way through the moon.
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We Are Instruments of Peace
We are instruments of peace.
Where there is hatred, we have an opportunity to spread love;
Where there is harm, we can cultivate forgiveness;
Where there is doubt, we can advance certainty;
Where there is despair, we can instill hope;
Where there is darkness, we can uphold light;
And where there is sadness, we can foster joy.
Lets us not aspire to be supported; as to support
to be understood; as to understand,
to be loved; as to love wholeheartedly.
It is in giving that we receive,
It is in forgiving that we break free from the shackles of hatred and anger,
and it is in dying that all new beginnings are possible.
HopeAlley
Adapted: Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi.
Glimpse
What is clear for one;
may be ambiguous for another.
I fear I will not get a change to arrive –
Be brilliant and share in the abundance of life.
I fear death – that I will not matter to anyone.
I fear that an unforeseen event will snatch me off my path,
knock me over and disturb the whole.
I catch a glimpse of the shame of disappointment in myself.
The over reactions out of fear, anger and doubt.
In the quiet stillness of a moment,
I see the blame I put on myself for the misfortunes
I create and how I project that into the world.
Grief seeps through the cracks – of all that I lost
… it zooms through my mind.
I escape from the labyrinth of lies
I tell myself of my character and nature
to run freely through the meadows of humility.
In that brief moment of awe, I am absorbed in the beauty of what is.
The illusions of my mind disappear….
I am no more.
Yet the greatest test has not begun – giving up what is closest to my heart.
The essence for getting on… what ties me to this world.
How will I arrive and be there in time?
HopeAlley