Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Raise Your Arms to the Skies
There is guidance for each of us, and by lowly listening, we shall hear the right word. Certainly there is a right for you that needs no choice on your part. Place yourself in the middle of the stream of power and wisdom which flows into your life. Then, without effort, you are impelled to truth and to perfect contentment.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson, 19th-Century
If the only prayer you said in your whole life was,
that would suffice.
—Meister Eckhart, 14th-Century,
Let us pray to the God
Let us pray to the God who holds us in the hollow of his hands — to the God who holds us in the curve of her arms — to the God whose flesh is the flesh of hills and hummingbirds and angleworms — whose skin is the color of an old black woman and a young white man, and the color of the leopard and the grizzly bear and the green grass snake — whose hair is like the aurora borealis, rainbows, nebulae, waterfalls, and a spider's web — whose eyes sometime shine like the evening star, and then like fireflies, and then again like an open wound — whose touch is both the touch of life and the touch of death — and whose name is everyone's, but mostly mine.
And what shall we pray? Let us say,
— Rev. Max A. Coots, 21st Century UU