O’ God, while our prayers are un-relentlessly shaking on repeat. Allow us to be bold in the areas of complacency. That we are willing, to give ourselves permission to resurrect hope, in the soul. That we willing to give ourselves permission, to carry the dream of ancestors, into a legacy for generations to come. That we are willing to give ourselves permission, to work while its day day. Even through the weeping and lamenting of the soul, allow us to keep pace.
Help us to deal with our moral failures, our moral are deficits ever growing. Of our fractured spirits, ever yearning, asking what love should ask of us? Dear God. Dear love, that our very lives would please you, O’God. That we walk upon the day, with such gratitude and urgency, and live. And we dare, to love our neighbor as we love ourselves and with this love, love so much, that “love cast out darkness.” ~Kindness sister Krissy Mosley
As our government transitions from one president to the next, most of us are praying for peace. I include myself in their number. What I cannot stand behind, however, is the call to “forgive and move on.” To explain, I must bring in my Catholic upbringing. In the sacrament of Reconciliation, two things are required. […]
Finishing up Poisoner in Chief by Stephen Kinzer, this book needs to be taught in public schools. I’m starting Myrlie Evers-Williams “Watch Me Fly” I can’t put this book down…So many books on my to do list~ oh, my,my..☕
This has been a year of all years, to say the least. I’m at a lost for words, and I’m broken with the rest of the world. For the things I can never have back. The sweet phone calls of loved ones on the other end, the comedy of friends in passing. After the death of my mother in April, I believe, that’s where the bottom fell out. Shortly thereafter the sudden death of my neighbor in August. I felt like crying about it wasn’t enough. Praying wasn’t enough. My lamenting seemed to consume all of me at times. I wanted to stop and take notice. I had no choice but to do so ,as my life seemed to take an abbreviated pause in happiness & living.
And even through this, people are losing their homes, their very reason for living.
and yet, I’m encouraged to pick up the pieces, smothered in empathy and affection, I’m here & I’m with you, with the help from the almighty,(Great Spirit) we must carry on…
I am Eva -former refugee, doctor and a writer. My parents were Holocaust survivors, I escaped communism. I wrote a novel, mixing family stories and fiction. A novel about Holocaust, communism, racism and emigration. What makes people leave, and what happens to the ones who do, and to the ones who stay. I believe these old stories are more important now than ever before.