I am focusing on using people's vision words for 2016 for a few daily prayers. Today, I am using "goodness" from Julett to guide my selections. If you share your word, I will use it over the next few days! I will be taking a break from words during Lent to focus on Lenten words.
I am inspired by music of Nas, the poetry of Anne Porter, and sacred words from Catherine Ryan Hyde.
Goodness is the quality of being good. We make a judgment and declare it is good! Therefore, it contains the quality of goodness. This reminds me of the platonic description of forms (of which I know just enough to get in trouble). The form of goodness would be aspirational. Absolute goodness. There are countless examples of goodness in the world, but the form of goodness is at the core of all goodness. It is the essence of goodness. As if we could condense it into a perfume. Eaux de la Bonté. But in Platonic philosophy, the complete form of goodness can never be experienced.
Is this true? That goodness can never be good enough? In some ways, this feels true. In other ways it is false. True, humanity tends to not reach goodness an awful lot. Especially when taken as a whole group. But, I feel like I have experienced the true essence of goodness when I see someone's soul, held hands with a loved one on a calm day, climbed a mountain top to see Lake Serene, played a piece of music so well that I lost where I was. Plus, I believe the Biblical creation story in this way: that all was created and it was good, very good. That means everything contains the essence of goodness. It is not unattainable. Everywhere we look. There it is.
Let my heart rise up to meet mercy, my voice to meet compassion, my hands to meet action.
BIBO: Breath In, Breath Out--hum
If I Ruled the World by Nas, featuring Lauryn Hill
If I ruled the world
I'd free all my sons, I love em love em baby
Black diamonds and pearls
Could it be, if you could
be mine, we'd both shine
If I ruled the world
Still living for today, in
these last days and times
A List of Praises by Anne Porter
Give praise with psalms that tell the trees to sing,
Give praise with Gospel choirs in storefront churches,
Mad with the joy of the Sabbath,
Give praise with the babble of infants, who wake with the sun,
Give praise with children chanting their skip-rope rhymes,
A poetry not in books, a vagrant mischievous poetry
living wild on the Streets through generations of children.
Give praise with the sound of the milk-train far away
With its mutter of wheels and long-drawn-out sweet whistle
As it speeds through the fields of sleep at three in the morning,
Give praise with the immense and peaceful sigh
Of the wind in the pinewoods,
At night give praise with starry silences.
Give praise with the skirling of seagulls
And the rattle and flap of sails
And gongs of buoys rocked by the sea-swell
Out in the shipping-lanes beyond the harbor.
Give praise with the humpback whales,
Huge in the ocean they sing to one another.
Give praise with the rasp and sizzle of crickets, katydids and cicadas,
Give praise with hum of bees,
Give praise with the little peepers who live near water.
When they fill the marsh with a shimmer of bell-like cries
We know that the winter is over.
Give praise with mockingbirds, day’s nightingales.
Hour by hour they sing in the crepe myrtle
And glossy tulip trees
On quiet side streets in southern towns.
Give praise with the rippling speech
Of the eider-duck and her ducklings
As they paddle their way downstream
In the red-gold morning
On Restiguche, their cold river,
Give praise with the whitethroat sparrow.
Far, far from the cities,
Far even from the towns,
With piercing innocence
He sings in the spruce-tree tops,
Always four notes
And four notes only.
Give praise with water,
With storms of rain and thunder
And the small rains that sparkle as they dry,
And the faint floating ocean roar
That fills the seaside villages,
And the clear brooks that travel down the mountains
And with this poem, a leaf on the vast flood,
And with the angels in that other country.
From Living Things by Anne Porter, published by Zoland Books.
Please bring your own sacred readings to the daily pattern.
For the oppressed and weary
Especially for #blacklivesmatter and
for the LGBTQIAP community.
For signs of despair and violence,
for the leaking nuclear plant & the water supply north of New York City
for 24 refugees killed off the shores of Turkey. again.
for those children in Somalia facing death because of the drought
for US victims of gun violence in the last 72 hours,
201 incidents, 15 mass shootings, 68 killed, 158 injured
For signs of hope and peace,
for Gov. Cuomo's executive action coverage of conversion therapy for LGBTQ youth
for candidates standing up to hateful language
for Mark Bustos, celebrity hair designer, and gives free haircuts to the homeless on his day off
for an amazing act of artistry in the music & video Formation by Beyonce
for those seeking goodness, especially Julett
For Ireland and the United Kingdom: England, Northern Ireland, Scotland, and Wales
For those who suffer, are homeless, or are sick
For those we love, those we hate and those we are indifferent to
For the transformation from ME to WE
Let peace prevail on earth.
So may it be.
Translation by Neil Douglas Klotz, Sufi
O Birther! Creator of the Cosmos,
Focus your light within us— make it useful:
Create your reign of unity now-
Your one desire then acts with ours,
as in all light, so in all forms.
Grant what we need each day in bread and insight.
Loose the cords of mistakes binding us,
as we release the strands we hold
of others’ guilt.
Don’t let surface things delude us,
But free us from what holds us back.
From you is born all ruling will,
the power and the life to do,
the song that beautifies all,
from age to age it renews.
Truly— power to these statements—
may they be the ground from which all
my actions grow: Amen.
May Peace Prevail on Earth. Amen. So mote it be.
"Amen" means "may it be so."
"May peace prevail on earth." is an addition inspired by Michael Dickel
BIBOLove is an addition attributed to the work of Soyinka Rahim, InterPlay practice, BIBOLove