The Prayer Of Saints
Jonathan Kraft

Make me a channel for the highest forms of peace
A piece of what brings peace so that the ache of each heart may ease
To help each spirit glide aloft with the lightness of a feather on the breeze
So that hostilities may heal in the external, may good roots grow shoots
to support new paths and bring sustenance to grow fruit on the trees

May sunlight pour through to each soul, whether moving or in desperation down on their knees
May I be like the hum of bees’ frequencies, to heal from within, to help disease to release

To integrate, not denigrate, the difficulties of this life,
To find the truth that resides inside to find an elevated path through all of this life’s strife
To connect with a third and more powerful mind, providing relief through belief through expressions that are kind
To display the elegance offered by Source, with the deftness and care of an attuned chef’s knife

To be as an elevated husband, building, stacking each brick, course by course,
Creating strength, protection, and stability, through power rather than through force
While simultaneously bringing forth new life, like a wife, supporting and building life’s stores
of creating and holding expansion spaces where a life is birthed that everyone adores.

Grant that I may only seek to be understood after I’ve sought to understand
To care for the share of someone else when they dare, and to give their words a soft place to land
To create a place and to hold an open space where they can know their story is also grand
So that they can expand without demand as I offer a helping hand

And then when the voice of ego or jealousy comes around to creep
Skulking skillfully, sighing, croaking, boasting, dragging along with it a seeping weep…
May I then doubly care and remind myself of the Truth of the Bigger Deep
remembering that what we give in this life is what we get to keep

And when in shame or guilt I want to hide, and bury my head in the covers
when I know I made a move dumber than the dumbest of punch drunk adultering lovers
Help me to always remember that in forgiving of myself I can more easily forgive others
and that by honoring my journey, I too honor theirs, walking life’s path as sisters and brothers

And when my heart needs and wishes for a space in which it can be consoled,
may I know that it’s ok for me to focus inward and make time with myself to be bold
Even just for me to filter through the stories that throughout my life I’ve been told.
and also in the way I sit with self so that my story may truly unfold

To be still to hear the gold, as it enfolds what I carry in my load,
may I be empowered, from inside, to fit exactly my highest mold
may I use the strength of something greater to always warm my heart from the cold,
and then in each new day living a lightness of being, and feeling full

May I then pour forth riches, crafting stitches, weaving my line in time’s immemorial folds.
And may I know also in times when it all seems pointless to my soul
that it’s strength to grieve, but also my reprieve
might be offered to me through the way I console
When I know and remember that I am a soul
that is a piece of the whole that is also the whole

I know that I’m filled when my desire to be loved is equal to or less than the pull
of the strongest desire that I no longer want to dull
which is the desire to love with all my soul