Sunday June 8, 2025
Good morning
Prayers
Oh God,
Lord of the Starfields, Ancient of Days, Universe Maker
Where do you reside ?
in heaven,
in my brain
or my soul,
or my Spirit or nowhere, like quantams
My prayers seem to go somewhere
but where do they land in the trees,
on the stars
in the smell of the lilacs in spring,
I am assuming that you do not stand still, like protons
in the smallest parts of your creation.
I will offer the words to you, \
in faith
in hope
and in uncertainty
Our Father,
who lives or exists in heaven or elsewhere
Holy is your name for ever and ever.
Your kingdom will arrive
hopefully today
but at least by tomorrow for sure !
Your will,
or your strategic plan is all we have.
Continue to give us our potatoes, meat and bread
and please give to everyone,
all 8 billion of us.
And forgive all my sins, obstruction, errors, terrors , transgressions and other awful stuff
and make me, cajole me, and demand of me to forgive everything of everyone else today
and lead me not to the devil, but to you, and lead me from the devil, the evil one,
even when it is myself
( a paraphrase of the Lord’s prayer ).
AMEN
Fred
black and white shadows
crush humanity’s freedom
am I complicit ? MPL 2025
Ponder Anew 