Meditation

Holy one to whom I pray,
universal beingness,
here, there, and everywhere.

May my heart see the holiness of this and all realms, 
and remain awestruck at the wonder of the earth. 

I visualize the day 
when our world will be filled with the radiance of divine love,
a place where everyone follows love’s perfect desires for all 
and where perfect loving grace and peace reigns. 

May each of us have what we need each day 
and may those of us who have plenty, 
share with brothers and sisters who have less. 

May I reconcile with those whom I have hurt 
in thoughts, words, and actions, 
and those who have hurt me 
in thoughts, words, and actions. 

May I focus my sight on the pure light of pure love 
and may this light of love burn off all manners of evil, 
hatred,
greed, 
danger, 
and fear,
that threaten to block the flow of love in this world. 

So be it.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019
(Thank you to Katherine for the inspiration)






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