Skip to main content

Prayer of thanks

For dreams and wishes, fears and failures, thank you
For spirit movers and dull intruders, thank you
For joyful breezes and stifling still, thank you
For life in colour and end in spite, thank you.

As I walk the gentle path, toward a now that is the spark,
I miss the fill that you provide
So trash the mill that is my mind.

You create and so do I
When I attach you push me to fly
into oblivion until I find
That grace is here, not in my mind

I search for magic like an obsessed seeker
You twist my drama you grim reaper
The miracles are here for all
The gifts unlimited, life and more
There is no need for nought but grace
And gratitude in Wirikuta space

Thank you for the steps I walk
And every moment I don't talk

Thanks for all the time I be
And for when I see and see
Thanks for touch and when they hold
And let me return the gifts of gold

The fortress that surrounds my heart
Is fragile when I sense Your art
And thankfully erodes in time
When oneness is beyond the line

It is enough this life I lead
I am sufficient to be the seed
Of all that is to share What Is
With love, mistakes and trying bliss

Thank you God and all your might
All your gentle and What Is not right

Grace Be

Comments

Post a Comment

Thank you for connecting💕

Popular posts from this blog

In memory of my mother

My mum passed when I was 23. I never really had the opportunity to come back home to a respectful relationship with her after my teenage rebellious tribulations and assaults on her goodwill. So this blog is to honour and thank her for her contribution to my love for  nature.  She was an avid bird watcher and had dreams of travelling through the bush. I have many memories of her being fascinated by animals on our weekend getaways to the Kruger National Park.  My first memory of her was her riding a horse called Thunder. That is a beautiful memory and the name of the horse is as mystical and awe inspiring as her impact on who I am in relationship with animals.  She was fearless. And always confident that all would be well. She had faith in my animal relationships always. As a very young child I was given the task on many occasions to hand rear orphan wildlife and pets. She never micro managed the process but would offer helpful insight that came naturally to her.  The animals in our home
Post a Comment
Read more

On his retirement. A tribute to a legend

Veterinarian & human extraordinaire. 50 years of true service to the animal world, the animal people, and to his animal-loving family.  Four siblings all who care significantly for animals as a result of the way we were raised.  To respect life.  Because that is who our father his.  Our father is more than a vet.  He is a compassionate man.  A vet who took his oath to care for animals to the greatest level, inspiring those close and around him to do the same.  Caring so deeply.  Working so hard.  Ensuring that he always did his best.  He has such depth and wisdom.  He has always had a following of people in his life who he wisely guides.  His generosity is boundless.  He has inspired his children way more than can be imagined.  We are pretty sure there are not many people who are so fortunate to have this example of humble love to follow.  We are equally unsure whether we can truly honour his example by duplicating his consistently magnanimous actions.  We have incredible memories
4 comments
Read more

Reflections and projections

When they judge or throw stones (the people) - grace makes us the blank screen or the still water onto which they can see themselves and take personal account for their actions. When we train animals can we be that clear. So as to wisely be and act rather than contest and fight for what we want🥰
Post a Comment
Read more