O Ruler! Lord of the universe,
Whether thou art male,
Whether thou art female,
Lord of reproduction
Wherever thou mayest be!
O Lord of divination
Where art thou?
Thou mayest be above,
Thou mayest be below,
Or perhaps around
Thy splendid throne and sceptre.
O hear me!
From the sky above,
In which thou mayest be,
From the sea beneath
In which thou mayest be.
Creator of the world,
Maker of all men;
Lord of all Lords
My eyes fail me for longing to see thee
For the sole desire to know thee.
O look down upon me
For thou knowest me.
The sun–the moon–
The day–the night–
Are not ordained in vain
By thee, O Deity!
They all travel
To the assigned place;
They all arrive
At their destined ends
Whithersoever thou pleasest.
Thy royal sceptre
O hear me!
O choose me!
Let it not be
That I should tire,
That I should die!
Tag Archives: prayer
O Ruler! Lord of the universe,
Infinite Spirit, sometimes called Grandfather, Grandmother —
Father Sky, Earth Mother, Creator:
We gather to praise your creation,
to honor the swimmers and crawlers,
the four-leggeds and the winged ones;
we give thanks for the beauty and glory of creation
and open our hearts to new ways to understand
our place in the universe—not the center or focus,
but a humble and balanced place,
where every step we take becomes a prayer,
where every word we say
makes harmony with the vast, vibrating cosmos,
and where we know we are singing the song of life.
We pray to know more deeply that we are in the Garden
where every plant and animal and speck of dust
is a living prayer.
Without our brothers and sisters
of the plant and animal and mineral kingdoms,
the human family would end.
So we want to bless them, as they bless us.
We pray for humility—
not to humble ourselves before presidents or priests,
but before the ants and trees—
for if we cannot be in true relation to the ant,
we shall be outcasts of the garden.
Let us cast the pollution from our eyes
so we can see the glory and live with thanksgiving.
Great Spirit, let us remember
it is not how we talk but how we walk.
When we say we love animals, let us protect them.
When we say we that we love the plant people,
let us honor them by living lightly on the earth.
When we say we love the minerals,
let us use them only in necessity,
and remember their rightful places.
Oil belongs in the ground,
not in the air through our wasteful machines.
Wondrous trees, breathing life into the atmosphere:
your gifts of fire and shelter, fruit,
and sailing are precious to us.
And in many ways you offer us leaves of knowledge.
May the vision of mutual interrelatedness,
the seamless process of generations,
not end in cough-filled skies blotting the sun,
but rather may clear air, healthy forrests,
wholesome water, expansive prairie, and pungent earth
nourish paths for all creatures
through mountain and valley, and the salt sea,
and through a protective atmosphere,
as we rejoice in the inhabitants.
Hear and empower our mantra: reduce, reuse, recycle.
With thanks for the surprise and mystery of it all,
we pray in the name of the Creator,
the Processes and Presences, and all our relations.
(“Earth Day Prayer: In the Spirit of Indigenous Traditions” by Vern Barnet, via UUA’s Prayers for Worship online page)
Wage peace with your breath.
Breathe in firemen and rubble,
breathe out whole buildings and flocks of red wing blackbirds.
Breathe in terrorists
and breathe out sleeping children and freshly mown fields.
Breathe in confusion and breathe out maple trees.
Breathe in the fallen and breathe out lifelong friendships intact.
Wage peace with your listening: hearing sirens, pray loud.
Remember your tools: flower seeds, clothes pins, clean rivers.
Play music, memorize the words for thank you in three languages.
Learn to knit, and make a hat.
Think of chaos as dancing raspberries,
as the outbreath of beauty
or the gesture of fish.
Swim for the other side.
Never has the world seemed so fresh and precious:
Have a cup of tea and rejoice.
Act as if armistice has already arrived.
Judyth Hill, written the day after 9/11
…not sure when/where I found this one, but its been written in my personal grimoire for some time now
God of many names,
You who has endowed us with the inalienable rights of Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness,
Let us remember this day that in this country there is no national religion,
There is no superior race
There is no preferable gender or orientation.
We gather holding a common value
That the glory of this country
rests first and foremost in its diversity.
Out of many ideas,
Out of many beliefs,
Out of many views,
Out of many voices,
Out of many passions,
Out of many experiences,
We are one.
Help us O God, to never forget
that we need not be alike
to live and love alike.
We ask for forgiveness this day
For our national and individual transgressions …
When we have chosen inaction or silence
in the face of injustice,
and abuse of power —
and our failure to claim our own.
We ask for forgiveness for
When we have not known our own neighbor, Fed our hungry, or equipped our future generation with Knowledge and love.
We ask for a blessing on this nation
according to our own faith and forms
And pledge our voice in support of moving closer and closer to freedom.
These and the prayers of our hearts we pray now in the silence…
In the names of those who have come before
And those who are yet to be,
In the names of all of the helpers of humankind
Earth teach me quiet ~ as the grasses are still with new light.
Earth teach me suffering ~ as old stones suffer with memory.
Earth teach me humility ~ as blossoms are humble with beginning.
Earth teach me caring ~ as mothers nurture their young.
Earth teach me courage ~ as the tree that stands alone.
Earth teach me limitation ~ as the ant that crawls on the ground.
Earth teach me freedom ~ as the eagle that soars in the sky.
Earth teach me acceptance ~ as the leaves that die each fall.
Earth teach me renewal ~ as the seed that rises in the spring.
Earth teach me to forget myself ~ as melted snow forgets its life.
Earth teach me to remember kindness ~ as dry fields weep with rain.
*Disclaimer: I am generally hesitant to post things that are attributed to indigenous peoples without some careful research and thought… I’ve found that many so-called Native American prayers, sayings, etc (as well as those from other groups) are often not actually from said group or person, and even when they are there’s the problem of translation, and then the problem of whether or not its appropriation. I had this written in an old journal,
I’m not sure anymore where I heard or read it to write it down. I’m pretty sure I got this from the book Earth Prayers From Around the World ed. by Elizabeth J. Roberts and Elias Adimon, which I’ve had for years and probably wrote in that old journal for either the summer camp I was a counselor at, or the yearly Boundary Waters canoeing trip I took in high school and college. I’ve been unable to find any other information or source for it than that book.