Tuesday, September 08, 2015

School Prayer

In the name of the daybreak
and the eyelids of morning
and the wayfaring moon
and the night when it departs,

I swear I will not dishonor
my soul with hatred,
but offer myself humbly
as a guardian of nature,
as a healer of misery,
as a messenger of wonder,
as an architect of peace.

In the name of the sun and its mirrors
and the day that embraces it
and the cloud veils drawn over it
and the uttermost night
and the male and the female
and the plants bursting with seed
and the crowning seasons
of the firefly and the apple,

I will honor all life
-wherever and in whatever form
it may dwell-on Earth my home,
and in the mansions of the stars.

-- Diane Ackerman, via the wonderful Writer's Almanac





 

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Katherine C. James said...

Glorious poem. It fits my evening perfectly. I had a conversation with a beloved relative whose love and support of me moved me away from feelings of anger that I had not realized were taking up too much room in heart and soul. A healer of misery, messenger of wonder, yes. xo

I swear I will not dishonor
my soul with hatred,
but offer myself humbly
as a guardian of nature,
as a healer of misery,
as a messenger of wonder,
as an architect of peace.