This evening I read an email sent to me by my dear friend Larry who shared the story of one of his clients who had miraculously moved from stage 4 cancer to stage 2 cancer. When she talked about the miracles she was experiencing, I rejoiced with her and felt encouraged. But what touched me most was her statement that she prayed for those who had given her so much love and had held her so many times in the arms of prayer.
So, I would like to offer a prayer for all of you who have prayed for me—and to any who are reading this blog.
My most beloved Creator, I thank you for the rare gift you have given me of so many loving souls in my life. I am so honored and filled with joy when I think of the hours they have spent praying for me and I bless their names for they are all pearls of great price, more special and precious than they will ever know. But I know, because I hold them in my heart. My heart has become large since I have walked on this journey and the scales fell from my eyes. I see the light in my brothers and sisters and they are brighter than the sun. And, again, I praise you for them. Because they are my friends, there has never been a woman as lucky as I am.
May these dear souls always feel a foundation under their feet, a foundation stronger than the world, stronger than death, stronger than fear, stronger than grief. May they feel a peace that passes beyond imagination and may they feel a love so powerful that it rocks them to the depths of their very beings. May they know that armies fight on their side, and that they are loved beyond any magnitude of love they can conceive of, that angels stand beside them and that the Great Mother Goddess holds them against her breast and rocks them, that the living Christ stands both human and divine beside them and will let no harm come close to them. Whatever form divinity takes for them, may they stand within its loving mystery and know joy.
Give them laughter, purpose, and a good road at their feet, a path in life worth taking. Give them courage and imagination and the power to be who they truly are. Show them their true faces.
And give them the ordinary and special joys of this body, this life—family, to be held in love, to eat good meals with friends, to take walks in the quiet places in nature, to sing whatever is their song, to dance whatever steps their feet wish to take. May they know that their children, their parents, their lovers, and their friends are all held within Your watchful care.
Lastly, whatever you teach them, be very gentle with them. May all their pain just be a pathway to greater joy. May all their grief just be an ending and a new beginning and a sweet release. May all their fear be a vehicle that helps them to know that they are held under your wings, utterly safe and protected. May they, as Saint Teresa said, know that they are exactly where they are meant to be, and may they trust in the infinite possibilities of faith.