Service of the Seed

From within we grow as the seeds of the earth.  Life is ignited and progress begins.  We are to treat ourselves and others as seeds, full of potential and waiting to burst forth with God’s own plan.  Cultivate, do not annihilate, your own seed or those God has placed in his Garden.  Give proper soil for the soul to flourish for when the ground is too tamped it will be a struggle to burst forth with your shining glory, which is a reflection of the face of God.

How little respect we have for the ground on which we sow our own lives.  Distractions abound. Noise of the common desires crushes the sound from within which calls you to be one of God’s own plantings.  His garden.  His flowers and tall trees.

For when you are in harmony with God’s desires, not those of changing fancy, then you may hear the call of those who need you - other souls - seeds who are on precarious perch or who want only to hear a song in their heart again.  For by being gardeners of your fellow man you serve as the hands of the Almighty.  You are one with the Song of the Earth – Calistrophe.

Prayer to Quiet the Soul

Please Divine Gardener of my Eternal Soul
    which wakes to the sunrise of your beautiful plan of creation
          and sleeps as the sun sets on the day I call a life
              set me on the course of caring and nurturing all those I know
                   and those I do not.

As the sun moves across us all

            In the course of our growth

                        Let me not forget how to turn towards your warmth

                                    So I may fully rise from the darkness of my own internal seed

                                           And burst forth as a beautiful flower of the world.

May I give beauty to those whose eyes are tired

            May I give my fruits to those who are hungry

                        And shade to those who can’t bear the burden of daylight.

                                   

Let me see us all as one Garden

            Pass over me with the water I need

                        And let me gain my strength from the soil

                                    Of your Eternal Plan

For the Divine resides within me and all around me and I am forever grateful.

A Prayer for those who are weak and need to call upon the strength of the Gardener

It is with an open heart I come

            To my fellow wanderers on this Earth

                        My seed is like a puff flying through the wind

                                    And is as unsettled as the butterfly

Help me rest upon soil which is not of sand or clay

            Lead me to those who know the right soil

                        Where my roots may grow deeply

                       

Blow, oh beautiful Breath of God,

            And send me to the right shores of the river bank

                        Where I may see the wonders of your creation

                                    And know that I am like all the seeds of the Earth.

You carefully designed the seed of my soul

            And gave it to me to nurture

                        May I not forget that I am part

                                    Of Your grand Design

For it is now that I am lost

            I seek Your Aid

                        Let me rest and

                                    Find the sunlight at the break of day

Send to me only those gardeners

            Who can tend to my growth

                        Who will assist me in finding rich soil

                                    Let the rain I so desperately need

Flow, but not overwhelm me

May I feel the eternal pull of the Moon

            To know my Existence resides outside

                        Of this shell of a seed

I ask that when my growth is complete,

            I remember how it felt to be without the proper soil and light

                        How desperate we can be for the water

                                    Another can so freely give

Let me become the caretaker of your Garden, O Mighty Creator     

Service of the Sky

As the rain feeds the Earth, so the soul finds its nourishment from the Song of Solomon.  All open to the beauty of the words which flow into your soul, you will no longer thirst.  For as the wanderer in the desert, you drink in the dust and find yourself only thirsting more.  There is no relief until, like the rain failing onto the Earth and seeping through every pore of its existence, you allow the words of the Rainmaker to course through your soul like the blood which flows through you.

Open and receive.  Deny not the gift of knowledge which has been with you from the moment you were born.  Like the dew which covers the Earth in the morning, the Giver’s mist of kindness will blanket you.  If you arise and feel thirst, only ask, and the comfort of the Creator will pour upon you the sustaining water.

Once you see your soul open to receive the water which makes you whole, then the Heavens will part and allow you entrance to the grandest of all mysteries.  Your eyes will be open to the world above as it is below.  No cycle here can be complete without knowing that the way there is the way here.  All was created for your eyes to see the wonder of the Wonders.

When you drink of this knowledge, you will never thirst again.  The dry dust of the desert will never cross your lips for you will shun all that is not in keeping with the Great Maker’s plan.

You will carry water for your brethren so that when they fall along the path, like the rain you will pour water from your unending well upon them so that they, too, may rise up and sing “Hosannah!  I have found the well which will never go dry!”

Service of the Coral

Within the sorrow of my soul sings a song as yet unvoiced.

When You come to me with angels I will find my expression and all will be set aright.  The ship on the sea finds its way carefully through the fragile dangers seen and unseen.

Never will You vary Your steady hand on the wheel for You know the course before I set my hand on the stern.

Over my shoulder You guide me.  Treacherous waters are parted as the kelp which bends with the flow of the tides.

All my sorrows will be set adrift.

All my pain will have an end for You guide me to joy.

The love of life is renewed in me when You set me on the shore of a new found land.

Discoveries of Your wonders abound.  I only need to step off this vessel to seek joy at every step.

The only way to this promised land is through the purification of trust.  When I cross these waters from my breathing shore to your breathlessly wondrous world I am only sure that love is the compass by which You steer.

As my days fold to an end and my boat rests safely in the harbor You have so lovingly prepared for me, it will be as if I never left.

You showed me the way through thickets unseen.

You took my hand and made steady my course.

Alone, yet not, I came to You and all the angels rejoiced that I had made my journey safely.

Once there I will join in the trumpets which celebrate the new comers to our peaceful land.

I will set those to sea who care to journey and sail the dangerous course.  When they remember who steers them I will join the chorus who cries, “Most Holy!  You have saved me from the coral which sought to entangle me!” 

You have set me free from the clutches of that which would stop my journey back to you.

All the days of my life I will seek your solace.  I will call to You when lost and like the stars and  the sun and the moon You will be my guiding light back to whence I came.

Complete, nourished and learned, I step again on these familiar shores.

I bring my treasures back to you, O Lord of Wonders.  O Magnificent Master, I show with pleasure, that I have learned to love and you exalt me.

Like a weary sailor I collapse at your feet and am given a home again in the warmth of Your eternal land. 

No more wanting or wandering.

.

Service of the Sea

Where sorrow goes, look to the Light for your comfort.

As I wash upon the shore

Exhausted from my trials

Your unseen hands life me aright. 

My feet may move on because you touched them.

You give life to my steps. 

You illuminate the way for me to follow.

If I choose to go astray

You will send the tide again and again

Until I no longer wish to follow the course

Which leads me to sea

But only the one leading back

To your safe and loving shore.

Nights of darkness and hunger I have known.

My thirst so overwhelmed my every thought

I could no longer remember

Your love or Your light

For I was parched beyond all reason.                               

I was adrift

Day upon day

Year upon year.

No one but You could aid me.

Only the darkness of night gave me reprieve.

For in that silence

I could hear You calling me home.

I could feel the tug of Your love

As sure and as mighty as the rolling sea.

Tides of Your faith in me

Washed over me

Until I was sure of the course I must take.

By the light of Your loving star-filled night

I steered my vessel home.

Angelionaliz

Sul mio ali d'angelo mi si solleva da una vita amara e della morte oscura.

(On my angel wings I lift you from a bitter life and dark death.)

Wherever the angels go, so O Master, send me.

For I can be their arms which hold the sick

I can be the one who speaks the words they wish to hear.

For the angels surround me.

My every step is ushered by their presence.

My every desire is known before I speak it

And their hearts pour out upon us

With the love a mother has for their newly born child.

When I want, they steer me to a more righteous path

Where desire are only for the good of all mankind.

Their beauty in form is mine to know in my heart, mind and soul.

I only need to ask and like a seraph they will fly to me

And blanket me against the cold with the warmth of their unending love.

Let me glorify them and my eternal soul with my every action.

For like doves they descend upon me when I despair.

Their unseen hands grasp mine and lead me to a brighter day.

I only need to ask and they will be the concierge of my heart.

The River

The veil flows like river between this world and the next.  You are given safe passage when you solemnly seek to journey.  Only with practice and pure intent will you find your way to the other side.  We are all on the bank cheering for your success.  Some call to you, send out a rope and pull you to be among them for even the briefest moment.

Your sorrow is theirs and they seek mightily to console you – to give you a glimpse of their current prosperity. How wondrous they believe it to be – how unfettered.  How pure is their love for you and how happy they are when they can replace your sorrow with the surety that they are but a breath away.  Then, they too are freed from concern.  They too can celebrate.  From across the river they throw flowers instead of ropes.  Laughter, instead of tears.

No true holy man knows the path until they cross it.  Signals and signs may be present all along the road, but the highway is only known once your own foot is planted firmly on the road and you walk to your ultimate destination.  Signs and signals are but markers.  They are not meant to distract, but to give aid on the way.

Only trust those who tell you that it so that our laws are yours.  Our love is the guiding force and so should it be in your heart and mind.  Know nothing but this and you have all the keys you need to unlock every door.

The Road

When the road stretches out, we often run, hoping to reach the light on the horizon.  It is rare to find the soul who stops to consider the well-worn path and where it leads.  For on that path many have run until there was nothing left in the heart for anything but the next step forward.

No struggles of their brethren do they see.  No gifts of the glorious day are captured by their eyes.  For their eyes are fixed on an ephemeral goal that will never satisfy the longing in the hearts.

For what they hear is the call of God.  It is a burning light in their heart that cries to be replenished.  The only way to ease the longing is to stop on the path and consider the world around.

Remove your gaze from the distance and look within.  Solace, serenity and wisdom beyond all understanding lies on the path within.

The Stone

Oh, Master of my Hand,

You also guide my heart and know I am Yours.

May I be Your servant. 

May my feet walk on the paths you have illuminated

So I may follow all those who have come before.

May my every action reflect the light

Of a thousand sparkling jewels who know You.

Allow me to join their Chorus of light.

We sparkle like the sun on the sea.

Ever changing.  Ever glorious.

Our light calls to others, “Join us!

See how the Divine has illuminated every facet of our soul!”

Then they will come with an open heart

To reflect the way for others.

As I walk through a dark and unknown forest

May I remember to call upon you.

May I allow You to ignite the Sparkling Sea

Within my soul

So I may light a path for others

To follow out of the darkest of hollows in the woods.

May my memories of Your unending grace

Drop like jewels along my path

So others may find their way back to Your light.

Oh, Shaper of my Soul, fashion me into Your reflection

And let my many facets radiate Your infinite kindness

Oh, Shaper of my Soul, chip away my roughness

And polish my every action

Until I am the jewel

You intend for me to be.

Allow my facets to reflect only Your Light.

For You are the one who dwells inside every stone.

You are the one who brings us to the surface

Where we may finally live in the light.

I was as rough as a stone and you made me beautiful.

You held me up to the Sun to see how to perfectly shape me.

You knew where to break me open

To allow the light into me.

Then you polished me until I shone forth with brilliance.

I reflect Your Glory and am grateful.

The Lighthouse

From the well of souls my love extends to all mankind.  There is no separation from Me throughout eternity.  It is only man who chooses to turn away from the light which shines within and without.  Although the beacon never ceases to shine it is the lonely soul who shrouds it in fog.  The Lighthouse is always there, guiding you home to a safe and loving shore.

Have no fear that you will not remember the Light once you come home, for it shines too brightly to leave it forever.  Only pray that you may use it as a constant guide. Call upon it to shine on your heart when troubled.  Call upon it to shine within so you may reflect the Light for others to see.

The Leaf

Keep my eyes open to Your wonders, Master Designer.  Let me see the leaf that unfolds from the twig as the miracle it is so I may open my gifts of love as freely.  Then let me see the way it twists on the wind, yet stays firmly attached to the tiny twig so I can know that I am able to bear the winds which seek to blow me from my resolve to stay rooted to You.  For it is through the smallest of the roots I gain my nourishment from You.  The smallest of my actions are what bring me closest to You and my fellow man. 

Then as my time is ripe let me change my colors with the season at hand.  Then I will freely fall into the breeze which lifts me to my resting place.  And once again, I become part of the earth which feeds the next leaves of Spring.  Through them I will be part of the re-birthed life flowing through every fiber of the tree.