A prayer of many

Lord, I hurt. I hurt in my bones and blood, I hurt in my head and muscled and I sing Your name. I praise Your essence. Lord, my soul is singing. Loud and clear is my Lord's love and support as I walk home amongst thorns and fires. You hold me. You show me how strong I am when I rely on You against the thin will I was born with. I walk with You despite the assault. You walk with me to help me see, feel, and discover You. Truth, wisdom, the first soul. Together. It does not matter how much my body fights, rebels in pain, my soul is fully at rest in You, Lord of my Life.

 God, you created in me the biggest desire, the most intense craving, an empty lake yearning for its water.  And I searched. And searched. And found only darkness. I travelled the planes and the rivers, learned to speak languages and cultures, filled myself with notions and expertise in things of this world, and all the same my bucket was empty. Empty and hungry! Yet I knew. I know You. I knew You were here, now and always, I felt your touch, was soothed by your arms, held by your strength. And let to search some more.  In darkness. In a place where reason and faith cannot merge. In a place where faith alone shines through the clouds.  Still, I could not reach You, for it was You who had to come to me. It was You who had to light that little flame to help me find the way. Your way. The Real way.  Alone, I would simply stumble, fall, bleed. Alone, I was lost among millions. I could not reach you because I was not letting You love me, I could not reach You because...

I want to lie on a green field covered in wildflowers as I feel like one of them. I want to lie down, close my eyes and stretch out my arms and touch another hand, on both sides, hands I will hold tight and hands that will hold tight onto mine. And I want to know that those hands I hold are holding other hands themselves. For so it is that we go home, fulfill creation: holding each other through mountains and lakes, under the sun and under the pouring rain. For in each hand we truly hold the Creator Himself and none others, for there's none else besides Him.  But when I lie on a green field covered in wildflowers I only see emptiness for as far as my eyes can see. You fill all there is but no one knows. Others only see empty fields and can't feel You in all that is and don't believe in being held and in holding because too busy with turning the soil to pour cement as high as they can to show their importance.  I was there. I am there, still. Sometimes. Poking my head out of...

 I am serving You. Lord of clear rivers, rough mountains and calm seas, Light of the day and light of the night, I am serving You and no one else. I am serving You God, the one and only as it was your thought which made all other thoughts of gods and idols, of light and shadows, of good and bad. I serve You. Help me to achieve this intent. I serve You.  For this world's time has accelerated and evil inclinations have doubled with every faster minute, with every breath I take there is a part of venom, so please, God, help me retain that venom in my lungs, help me not exhale it back into the world, for all I want is to breathe You and You only, breath You in and breathe You out.  I don't care about beauty unless it pleases Your eyes. I don't care about wealth unless it gives You richness. I don't care about love unless it is Your real love.  Make this all real for me and my friends but only if in Your name. For I get lost in green fields as I see Your hand in it. And I...

Lord of all there is, thought of creation, light. In Your name my heart opens, in Your name my mind shuts. Thank You for guiding me to Your name. I walk and wonder, sometimes, on how to pray, on how to dissipate in Your light, on how to rip off my clothes of flesh to let the Light in.  But it's a moment because You immediately show me the face of a friend and in their face, there i see You. In the eyes of their desire I see myself and I am reminded that that is where You are, always: between us. Where we see void space there you are. Where we see joy, there You are. Where we see suffering and loneliness, there too You are. For You are all there is and You can leave me only when and if I leave You.  Creator of all worlds hold my friends in Your hand, and their friends in Your hand, and their friends too until all of Israel is united once more within Your eyernal Love

I am an egoist. That's all there is, my will to receive.  But there's a trick you gave me, a way home for all of creation, a path... Take with one hand so I can give with the other. To not keep, don't hold it, just pass it on like a torch passing from hand to hand, heart to heart and up the ladder. We use the light shining from those above us and, passing it down, make light for those below. A ladder heading Home, uniting us as One. So i pray the Light to shine strong and never burn. So i pray for us to see the right path and for us to shine the right path, for those that lead, for those that follow. And i pray You to help our feet step tight on the rung so we don't slip and fall on those who trust us, so we don't fall off of our degree. We're going Home and we can rise because we're light as feathers because we don't hold onto anything.  Let's sing in Your name, loud, let's share the Joy so others will see us and crave the same feeling. The song...

God, raise me higher, bring me up to your degree so as to not miss a single word You say, a single action for my friends, a single ray of Your light. God raise me higher, raise me up to Your degree so I can give all You are to each and every friend, to all who ask and suffer in the desire of You. God raise me high, raise me above sll evil, above our need for correction so I can see the world for what it really is, I know my part is essential but I can give Your torch to others only when it's lit with Your light and nothing else. God raise me up to the next level, raise me so I can pull up my friends and bring them all to You as You just brought me into Your arms.  God raise me into Your endless love where stillness beats the night forever and where the shadows the moon are never seen.