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A THANKSGIVING PRAYER FOR
THOSE WHO CANNOT PRAY |
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To those who cannot pray. To those
who cannot walk upon the ground. To those who cannot see and those who cannot hear the
world around them. To those who cannot speak. To those in misery and discomfort. To those
poor of means or poor of spirit to those who feel oppressed or put upon. To those who have
not yet found a God or someone they can pray to or someone with whom to pray.
Oh lord, for these our sisters and our brothers who do not pray and will not pray, we ask
that you provide enough wisdom and compassion in all of us to pray for them . . . and for
ourselves that we find better ways of caring for and helping one another.. -
RM 11/21/98. Adapted from "A Prayer For Our Special Brothers
& Sisters" from "An Outstretched Hand.", 1980 |
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William Cower o
Lefty Gomez o Robert Goulet o Eugene Ionesco o Eugene Istomin o Scott Jacoby o Rich Little o Lorene Lortie o Marian Mercer o William Sidney Mount o Isivan Sarkozy o
Charles M. Schulz o George Segal (sculptor) o Eric Sevareid o
Emlyn Williams |
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A great definition of
love, happiness & success: Charles Schulz. The beloved father of Charlie Brown &
the gang was born this day in 1922. Happy Birthday Charles & Charlie.
To articulate a certain moment aloud assures its memory.
Even blind men fear the dark until they come to understand
it..
Solitude can be so powerful that proximity to anything but
your own breathing is an intrusion. |
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ANOTHER MONDAY:
TWO MONTHS LATER |
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Now I Have
the Time
Now I have the time
to take you riding
in the car
to lie with you
in private deserts
or eat with you
in public restaurants.
Now I have the time
for football all fall long
and to apologize
for little lies and big lies
told when there was no time
to explain the truth.
I am finished
with whatever tasks
kept me from walking
in the woods with you
or leaping
in the Zanford sand.
I have so much time
that I can build for you
sand castles out of mortar.
Midweek picnics.
Minding my temper in traffic.
Washing your back
and cleaning out my closets.
Staying in bed with you
long past the rush hour
and the pangs of hunger
and listening to the story
of your life
in deadly detail.
Whatever time it takes,
I have that time.
I’d hoped that I might
take you traveling
down the block
or to wherever.
I’ve always wanted
to watch flowers open
all the way,
however long
the process took.
Now I have the time
to be bored
to be delivered
to be patient
to be understanding,
to give you
all the time you need.
Now I have the time.
Where are you ?
- from "Moment To Moment" 1973,1974, 1975 |
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