Guest guest Posted June 30, 2002 Report Share Posted June 30, 2002 Pry Me Off Dead Center O persistent God, Deliver me from assuming your mercy is gentle. Pressure me that I may grow more human, not through lessening of my struggles, but through an expansion of them that will undamn me and unbury my gifts. Deepen my heart until I learn to share it and myself openly, and my needs honestly. Sharpen my fears until I name them and release the power I have locked in them and them in me. Accentuate my confusion until I shed those grandiose expectations that divert me from the small, glad gifts of the now and the here and the me. Expose my shame where it shivers, crouched behind the curtains of propiety, until I can laugh at last through my common frailities and failures, laugh my way toward becoming whole. Deliver me from just going through the motions and wasting everything I have which is today, a chance, a choice, my creativity, your call. O persistent God, let me know how much it all matters pry me off dead center so if I am moved inside to tears or sighs or screams or smiles or dreams, they will be real and I will be in touch with who I am and who you are and who my sisters and brothers are. >From Guerrillas of Grace by Ted Loder Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 1, 2002 Report Share Posted July 1, 2002 Well, this prayer has my name on it after this weekend. Thanks, Kenna. So is this why Amma's group has all the drama? I go to my Vedanta class and it's different, although right now even they are slightly breathless. Swami Dayananda Saraswati had a heart attack a couple of weeks ago. He's bouncing along now though...flew home to India from Bangkok, etc. Will consult in U.S. about possible bypass surgery. Aikya Ammachi, Kenna <kenna@m...> wrote: > > Pry Me Off Dead Center > O persistent God, > Deliver me from assuming your mercy is gentle. > Pressure me that I may grow more human, > not through lessening of my struggles, > but through an expansion of them > that will undamn me and unbury my gifts. > Deepen my heart until I learn to share it > and myself openly, and my needs honestly. > Sharpen my fears until I name them > and release the power I have locked in them > and them in me. > Accentuate my confusion > until I shed those grandiose expectations > that divert me from the small, glad gifts > of the now and the here and the me. > > Expose my shame where it shivers, > crouched behind the curtains of propiety, > until I can laugh at last > through my common frailities and failures, > laugh my way toward becoming whole. > Deliver me from just going through the motions > and wasting everything I have which is today, > a chance, a choice, my creativity, your call. > O persistent God, let me know how much it all matters > pry me off dead center so if I am moved inside > to tears or sighs or screams or smiles or dreams, > they will be real and I will be in touch with who I am > and who you are > and who my sisters and brothers are. > > From Guerrillas of Grace by Ted Loder > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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