Daily Prayer

DEAR GOD:

 

Thank you  for all that you’ve given me

All that you’ve shown me

You take my hand and lead me through life’s path

Let me make mistakes and recover from them to newer heights

I put my faith and trust in you

And in asking you for more, I recognize your greatness and my dependence on you

And hope to find clarity in what I want, what you want of me, and what is truly important.

 

Let me realize how lucky I am to be born into this great age of plenty and of awareness

That I am fortunate to start

That much of what I have is pure luck.

 

Let me remember that what I think I own- I am only a temporary guardian of

That I came here with nothing and will leave with nothing

So let me enjoy the sweetness of knowing that loss is as temporary as possession

And that as the river of material things runs through my life

What actually remains is love, kindness and truth

 

Let me be lucky to be surrounded by good people-

Take my hand and lead me out of  the way of those who want to hurt me or distract me

Make nothing of their schemes, but let my tongue not slander them

Let my heart open to the good souls that you place on my way

And let us together celebrate you and your earth

  

Let me have worthy goals and hobbies

And let my worthiest aspirations come true as I start my day.

 

My Little Baby...

Robert Coombs Painting Robert Coombs Painting

Your Children are not Your Children

They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

© Kahlil Gibran, 1923, 1973.

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A paradox often conveys a great truth.  "Why antiques?"  I'm often asked.  These objects of beauty over a 100 years of age remind us of the fragility of life.  Within a second, one can easily shatter months of work performed by a great artist that has survived generations.  The artist through devine inspiration and hard labor co-creates a brilliant gem that moves many for years.  Through her art, the artist gains immortality.  Through the collection of that art, the collector tries to gain immortality, knowing that he can pass on that droplet of light to future generations, much like a parent does a child.  Through the branches of our fingers runs the wind of life.  The paradox of life's fragility and the quest for immortality is mirrored in one's hunt for beautiful treasured pieces.  Life is delicate- collect with passion!  www.some-of-my-favorite-things.com