Daily Prayer--This is from "Rekindling of Faith," first published in 1884, and again in 1994. About 50 copies were self-published and sold. in 1984, and again in 1994. I am moved by the content. This and other books written will come out this year of Job's Return. I edited a few words and a couple sentences "Rekindling of Faith" is still My Daily Prayer.

Date:   10/20/2006 12:18:11 AM ( 18 y ago)

8:17 AM
October 19, 06


I left Kumran yesterday
and crossed the Dead Sea with my scrolls in my heart.
The years of training, the ancient kinship,
the love of community, the great books,
years of pure visions sent me out filled a free spirit
wearing white, one knife in the weave
of my herringbone belt
to slice freely-given fruits from trees
along the gardened path.

2000 years later, I still have my job--
to be a voice rooting life,
a cheerleader for camomile's right to grow
and animals and people the space to live
untamed by rules decreed inside themselves.

A PR stunt for the universe,
I choose a Humpty Dumpty body to inspire others,
a body that showed we didn't need a $49.95
cosmetic paint job
to cover up our dents.

We could renew ourselves through the simple
remedies nature wrought.

A storyteller, an endless supply of manuscripts
and poems were plastered behind my eyelids,
and messages from Broadway's billboards as
"The Messiah is at the Gate. Open it!"

As a scribe for eternity's central intelligence agency,
I was born recording the history of peace on earth
and commissioned to see it in myself and others;
Most of all, I was sent as a forerunner
for other little holy persons yet to come,
who would not be born to sell their sacredness
in trade for 9-5 souls.

God gave me an endless supply of credit pre-paid
for all the good works I intended to do,
and here I find myself at Roberto's after dark
in a drizzle eating refried beans,
watching December's cut trees going by
and feeding an emptiness no dinner plate can satisfy.

Where did I forget?
Where has the zest passed that made me walk
as I have walked? What happened to the sun
that fueled me through winter despite clouds
and cold, and the power that put the twinkle
in my eye, the same that lights the earthly skies?

Oh, Lord--
Remove the contempt that has become a part of me
for a gift as precious as life.
Heal the wound I have felt traveling
land foreign to our Souls.
Mend the hurt that has cultivated me
as a stone builder of walls
and judgements. Let me see innocence again,
my brothers and sisters as me.

Restore my faith that grass grows endlessly
in each and every new moment,
that seeds pass into full-blown dreams
in their own time and flowering.
Show me forgiveness to go easier on myself,
to live the rhythm of my seasons.

Relight the candles.
Reaffirm the miracle of the holy lamp that is me,
that can burn brightly with oil for eight days
though only fueled for one.
Return to me the courage to plant again
that I might rebuild an Enchanted Garden
for all to visit.

Grant me the insight to rejoice future harests
in the present.

As I work silently,
show me stars that never waver in their purpose.
Remind me I am not forgotten or alone
but richly felt.

Let me find the love of friends long passed
out of sight in new and old familiar faces.
Breathe into me the force that moves the pen,
returning all to you.

November 26, 1984
Minor revisions
October 19, 06

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May this be the year
that I no longer stand in my own way,
not merely for me, but for this world
that asks what this voice is saying
be heard.


Send to John Bradshaw
and Friends of the Enchanted Garden.
Allow my work to come out

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