One-ness,
I give thanks for this burst of wellbeing in my body/mind/heart!
May it grow and endure
And come back if it goes away for a while.
Amen
One-ness,
I give thanks for this burst of wellbeing in my body/mind/heart!
May it grow and endure
And come back if it goes away for a while.
Amen
Bless these holy days of searching
That enable us to ask so many fruitful questions,
Come, my friends, to meet Shabbat.
Every week I step out of mundane time
To be present to what I’m actually doing
Instead of dwelling on what I’ve done before
Or what I might do next
Or what has or will be done to me or around me,
Shabbat.
No matter how content, miserable or stimulated I am,
Every time I am fully inside the depth of a feeling
That is truly of now,
Aware in compassion, truth and presence,
In true connection, then
It is Shabbat.
And I am one with the bride:
Hopeful, excited, happy,
Meeting my friends,
My beloveds,
New every week:
My Shabbat.
Lecha Dodi!
Bless these workers:
The ones who feed us,
The ones who keep us safe,
The ones who heal us,
The ones who sustain us,
The ones who entertain us,
The one who create for us
The ones who do the dirty work for us
The ones who are us!
And the ones who put themselves in danger,
whether out of choice or out of necessity.
Bless you:
May you be paid fairly for your labor,
May you find pleasure in your work,
May you be appreciated for your sacrifices,
May you have room to recover yourselves,
May you not be sickened or injured in your jobs,
May you organize yourselves successfully in unions,
May you have time for spiritual exploration
And may you all get enough of what you need,
whatever that looks like for each one of you.
Amen.
All this power
That we have worshipped and obeyed
And prayed to
For thousands of years,
The power to redeem and forgive,
Create and sustain,
Comfort and heal,
Remember and bless,
All this power is ours to assign
With fear or with familiarity
And ours to wield,
With greed or with generosity.
Or perhaps it belongs to no one
Like the dew on the fields,
Like the winds that blow
And the rains that fall.
Amen.
Every time I step out of mundane time
To be present to what I’m actually doing
Instead of dwelling on what I’ve done before
Or what I might do next
Or what has or will be done to me or around me,
No matter how content, miserable or stimulated I am,
Every time I am fully inside the depth of a feeling
That is truly of now,
Aware in compassion, truth and presence, then
I am raised from the dead.
This is my only super power,
These occasional moments of Holy Wholeness
Scattered amongst the usual blah
Until I die
And there will be no raising me then,
I’m pretty sure.
Blessed Soul of the Universe,
Breathing us in and breathing us out:
May our breaths continue
And our health and the health of all
Be preserved
In this time of haze, fire and climate disaster.
Holy Wholeness,
Each breath is a prayer:
We take note of those
Who are vulnerable due to illness or age
Or those who must work or live outside
And we pray for their safety.
Fierce Mystery,
Breathing you in and breathing you out:
Under these circumstances
We are especially mindful of
Our obligation to tikkun olam,
To save our planet and ourselves .
Amen
Bless our inventive ancestors,
Who gave us
The Daddy God of the Torah and
The Lawyer God of the Talmud,
The Dreaming God of immigrants and
The Pediatric God of children,
The Unlimited God of the mystics and
The Unmoving God of the philosophers,
The Many Gendered God of community and
The Personal God who is each of ours, alone,
The non-existent god of our skepticism and
The Holy Whole-ness of our adult searching.
The Loving God of our births and
The Redemptive God of our deaths,
With our imaginations and creations,
With our memories and traumas,
With awe and concern for those who came before
And with fear and love for all who will come after,
We stand within the One-ness.
Blessed Was•Is•Will Be,
Our shield
Our doubt
Our history.
To this God we pray.
Amen