Friday, March 5
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Daily Practice for 2016.01.28

Word

I am focusing on using people's vision words for 2016 for a few daily prayers. Today, I am using "forgiveness" from Judi to guide my selections. If you share your word, I will use it over the next few days!

I am inspired by the music of Amy Winehouse, the poetry of Maya Angelou, and sacred words from C. Joybell C. and Jewel.

I have done forgiveness retreats with incarcerated youth and adults. Our focus is not only on forgiveness of others, but on forgiving ourselves. I find that is the hardest work! Usually, the retreat progress emotionally to the pinnacle of release and there are tears present when the letting go happens. Until one time it was different. There was an emotional progression then the pinnacle of release happened and it was as if someone popped a balloon and joy happened! laughter happened! giggles happened! The shame they had carried was finally released and released in a giant bubble of joy. I was amazed.

I suppose this thing we call forgiveness is profoundly a cornerstone to our other emotions. Shame latches onto unforgiveness and doesn't want to release it because shame will be erased in our movement through forgiveness towards joy. If we harbor unforgiveness of self or others, it changes our hearts. Forgiveness is not about others. It is about healing our own selves and moving towards joy.

Onward!
bibo

Opening

Let my heart rise up to meet mercy, my voice to meet compassion, my hands to meet action.

BIBO: Breath In, Breath Out--roar!!

Music

A Song for You, by Amy Winehouse, written by Leon Russell

I love you in a place where there's no space or time
I love you for in my life you are a friend of mine
And when my life is over
Remember when we were together
We were alone and I was singing this song for you

Readings

A Brave and Startling Truth: Dedicated to the hope for peace, which lies, sometimes hidden, in every heart. by Maya Angelou.

We, the people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth.

And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms

When we come to it
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate
And face sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean
When battlefields and coliseum
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and
daughters
Up with bruised and bloody grass
To lie in identical plots in foreign soil

When the rapacious storming of the churches
The screaming racket in the temples have ceased
When the pennants are waving gaily
When the banners of the world tremble
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze

When we come to it
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce
When land mines of death have been removed
And the aged can walk into evenings of peace
When religious ritual is not perfumed
By the incense of burning flesh
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake
By nightmares of abuse

When we come to it
Then we will confess that not the Pyramids
With their stones set in mysterious perfection
Nor the Gardens of Babylon
Hanging as eternal beauty
In our collective memory
Not the Grand Canyon
Kindled into delicious color
By Western sunsets

Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji
Stretching to the Rising Sun
Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi
who, without favor,
Nurtures all creatures in the depths and on the shores
These are not the only wonders of the world

When we come to it
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the
dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people, on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cankerous words
Which challenge our very existence
Yet out of those same mouths
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labor
And the body is quieted into awe

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That, in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing,
irresistible tenderness,
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines

When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.

Sacred Text 

Isaiah 1:16-18
Matthew 6:9-15
Psalm 103

Please bring your own sacred readings to the daily pattern. Those selected here are chosen from the Christian scripture cycle of daily readings, the Daily Lectionary, at commontexts.org

Sacred Quotable

“You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy. So let them go, let go of them. I tie no weights to my ankles.”
― C. JoyBell C.

Prayers

2016.01.28

For the oppressed and weary
Especially for #blacklivesmatter and
for the LGBTQIAP community.
For signs of despair and violence,
for 24 refugees drowning off the coast of Greece
for casting a white man as Michael Jackson
for the mass shooting in Seattle at a homeless encampment 
for US victims of gun violence in the last 72 hours, 283 incidents, 83 killed, 165 injured
For signs of hope and peace,
for the call to end the standoff in Oregon 
for the Somali peace rally on a bombed beach
for a commitment to peace between Iran and France
for those who seek to forgive, especially Judi
For Algeria, Libya, Morocco, Western Sahara, and Tunisia
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.

 

Lord’s Prayer

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.

2016 01 28

Notes:
"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

News Notes:
Mass shooting resource
Wars in the World
Prayer cycle of the world's countries
Good news

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