Posts Tagged ‘Father’

For-Etsy-50You are my mother and my father. Who will take care of me if you don’t?

I depend on you for everything. I cannot even breathe without you.

The forest of the world is thick and dangerous, and I am so small.

Only in your arms can I find the courage to live.

Take me up and hold me firm, and put me where you want me.

I won’t complain, but stay near me. Stay near me.

Peace, peace, peace be unto all.


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Child LaborerDear Father of all, compassionate and loving, relieve the suffering of the children of this world.

They live with poverty, neglect, violence and hunger. They endure endless privation, and grow up without love and nurturing.

So many causes and campaigns, churches and temples, palaces and towers of greed, while the children cry in the darkest corners of squalor, debasement and tragedy.

Even for those children in fine homes, surrounded by comfort, sheltered behind class and wealth, how many have love, virtuous guidance, tender understanding and empathy?

The children are the jewels of society, the treasure of every nation. But they are neglected like dross,  rubbish.

The children are the voiceless majority.

Shelter them and bless them, Lord. Nurture and love them. But above all, turn the hearts of all who see them. Let us never ignore their needs. Give us the fortitude to protect them, the will to work selflessly, tirelessly for them, and the understanding to love them unconditionally.

Peace, peace, peace be unto all.

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How did we reach the point, Father, that our parents and grandparents have become disposable?

He told me that his wife is in pain, but they have no money, no means to visit a doctor. I asked about their son, in his big house and with his good job.

“Oh, he is very busy. Always busy.”

She said she was happy she was moving, but she would miss her son terribly. Surely he would come to visit before she left, I said.

“Oh, he is very busy. A lot on his mind.”

And let us not forget me, Father. Did I give her a chance? Did I try to work things out? Did I even say a quick “goodbye?”

I packed the truck and drove away and did not so much as look back for a decade. And her poor, old, sweet heart broke for me.

What wretched children we are. What mindless neglect we practice. Am I not a devotee of the Father and Mother of all? Are we not born of the earthly representatives of our Creator?

What temerity!

Help us, Father, for we have strayed so very far from our ideals. Give us such love and devotion for You as to see You in every man who called “father” and every woman beloved as “mother.” Give us dedication, mindfulness, and compassion, and let us set an example for our own children, so that, dying in our beds many years from now, we are not alone, suffering, wondering why our children have forsaken us.

Shine the light of Grace upon the neglected and the lost, and bring them peace.

Peace, peace, peace be unto all.

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Divine Demands

Divine Father, listen to your child now.

The world is ripped apart by war and injustice. Your children suffer all the time. We hate one another, manipulate each other, abuse those weaker than ourselves and neglect those who desperately need us. We are cold, wrathful and selfish, blind to the damage we do. In ignorance we suffer and bring suffering to each other.

If we could only know the divine spark inherent in each of us, if we could see the holiness at the core of each person, we would never strike another blow, nor even speak another harsh word. From whence comes this ignorance, none can say.

But all the saints of the world tell us that through your grace the ignorance can be dispelled. With the light of your love, the darkness of life may be banished forever.

Then why do you wait, Father? Are we your step-children that you should be at all distant from us? We are conceived in you, born of you and live in you. If you do not care for us, who will?

I will not sit by, Father. We are your very own. You must give us the grace of knowledge. You must enlighten our hearts. Who else can do it? Who else is responsible for us but you?

There us no use in arguing the point. I have won the debate the moment I called you “Father.”

As we love you and as you love us, give us peace this very moment, now and forever.

Peace, peace, peace be unto all.

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