Dream Into Reality (MLK Day 2026)

amidst all the forces

surging from Our

love of power

that make it seem

like we are destined

for endless divorces

through apoplectic derision

into permanent division

and apocalyptic destruction 

the fear and hatred

saturating our senses

like poison that courses

through what remains

of our system that 

shrivels and strains 

life-giving causeways

into varicose veins

threatening impending fatality

in ultimate finality...

Thank You, Brother Martin

for eternally urging Us

to remember Our

love of power

is no match for

the Power of Love

and reminding Us

from beyond the grave

(and within our Hearts)

that the Beautiful Dream

is still infinitely Alive

as an imminent Vision

of One People

with countless Expressions

and bountiful Character

and despite all appearances

and inhumane interferences

It is being birthed 

into more than 

a beautiful Dream

but a Beloved Reality...

Let It Be.

#140wordprayers #MLKDay2026 #WeAreOne #WeAreTheBelovedCommunity #TheDreamIsStillAliveAndIsBeingBirthedIntoReality

('Power to the People ' (detail) © John August Swanson)

Compartmentalization as Integration (New Years 2026)

within the dawning chill and thrill

of this first New Day of the New Year

(which We meet and greet 

with yawning and yearning)

may All Beloved Creatures and Creation

(the Ones flailing in frantic fear enacting trauma 

and the Ones incurring and enduring it)

both be inclusively

Seen and Cherished

Accepted and Embraced

Nourished and Nurtured

Housed and Hallowed

Clothed and Celebrated

Precious and Protected

Held and Healed

from discrimination and disease and despair

as We All buzz around and amongst Each Other

amidst our churning in frustration

and our serving in faithful Loving Care

like the busy Bees We can

sometimes obsessively be

may We remember that We Are Each 

a Part of the same honey-creating Hive 

with Gifts to share

Vitality to create

Wisdom to teach

along our Eternal Journey of learning

how there is Love burning 

within each Blessed Heart

and with all Our differences 

of conviction and perception

may We realize

that We remain 

One Beloved Incarnation

Whose Hearts all Beat the same

Whose Lungs all Breathe the same

and yet Who each are embodying

a unique Story

adding essential Beauty

to the Whole

sentient Beings set Free to Be

less concerned about Who isn't Loving Us 

and more compelled by Whom We are Loving 

and Living less towards Hope 

like a resolution merely to be kept

and more like a Way of Being and Breathing

when everything else leaves us believing

that there is no Hope left

Emptiness and Absence 

that reveals Presence

empowering Us together

in Our distinct yet interdependent compartments

to interrelate and emanate the Glory

of Being Alive...

Let It Be.

#270wordprayers #HappyNewYear2026 #HopeLessAsWishingForAndMoreAsLivingInto #WisdomFromSamKeenAndStevenKoskiAndDavidDeStenoFTW

(Art: Back side of my favourite Xmas gift this year...a long sleeve t-shirt, created by Kirsten and gifted by Ian. :)

Beyond words

what happens next

when Your Soul

is utterly bereft

when You have

no more Rays

of Inspiration left

to call upon

no more Wells

of Creativity within

to draw upon

no more Spells

of Spirit to 

unleash or unfurl

no more Ways

to bring Hopeful

words or wishes

to our hurting

Hearts and World?

maybe You take

a deep Breath

and allow It

to reassure You

that You're alive

and You exist

not merely to

stave off death

and wearily survive

but to Breathe

more essential Life

into our World

in Your own

very special Way...

maybe You shed

some traumatic Tears

and allow Them

to roll down

your swollen cheeks

and slip silently

into your ears

(recognizing and releasing 

Your somatic fears)

and rain down

into Sacred Soil

of the World

upon which You

prayerfully, carefully Lay...

maybe You light

one simple candle

and allow It

to tentatively flicker

yet persistently glow

to courageously show

that We are 

numinous and numerous

Stars that shine

as the Light

of the World

illumining the Luminous

Night as Day...

maybe You touch

the hurting Heart

of another Beloved

with Your Heart

in Mindful Attention

Face to Face

and allow That

to create Space

to relieve tension

and reveal Grace

reminding Us that

We are Beloved

and We Belong

in this World

as Living Words

that embody Love

Beyond what words

can ever say...

what happens Today?

Let All Go...

Let It Be.

#240wordprayers #Advent2025 #LuminousDarknessGloriousLight #TakeTheBreath #ShedTheTears #LightTheCandles #TouchTheHearts #BeTheLoveYouAlreadyAre

('Beyond Words' © Anne Marie Zilberman)

Faithful Folly

in times where 

the squeakiest wheels
get the grease
of attention
and release
may we all 

receive the Gift 

of Faithful Folly

and Miraculous Mirth
given to jolly
old St. Zech(araiah)
who wondered how
the heck his ancient
seed and Liz's weary
womb might conceive
a precious Possibility

becoming a Reality
and found his ancient
tongue ceased
as sacred Silence
increased within
and Transformed 

his ancient wound 

into his Womb

of Rebirth...

Let It Be.

#75wordprayers #Advent2025 #LukeChapterOne #ImpossibilitiesContainTheSeedsOfPossiblities

('Annunciation to Zechariah' © Lauren Wright Pittman)

Leftovers

in a Land

of more than

Plenty where it 

remains a Mystery

how tables filled

with Compassionate Charity

and wholehearted Abundance

and harvested Hope

one Day become

trails of tyrannical 

terror based upon

a maniacal myth

of hardhearted scarcity

darkening the next

trampling Our Interdependency

in the redundancy 

of conspicuous consumption

leaving Our Senses

perplexed and Our 

Sensibilities utterly vexed

with nothing left

but the leftovers 

from the Celebrations

filling Our fridges

after filling Our

Selves into unconsciousness 

whilst memories of

Those needing comfort 

this dark Day

empty out of 

Our blurry consciences

and are left

grieving and bereft

of essential provisions

yet They remain

an Essential Part

of the Heart

of Our Community

amidst our thirst

to be thought

of as first

and far better

than the rest

(an innate insecurity

that puts Others

rather than Ourselves

to the test)

may Our Vision

reflect the Clarity

that recognizes Wisdom

within the foolishness

and Dignity within

each overlooked Incarnation

may Our Communication

be less like

Our slurry speech

at the end

of the party

and more like

the Sacred Fables

and Songs sung

around Our tables

and may Our

Connections and Interactions

be driven less

by the forces

that lead Us

to additional courses

of savory satisfaction

(momentarily quelling the 

the perpetual rumblies

in Our tumblies)

and empowered more 

by the Spirit

of Divine Love

that Celebrates All

Beloveds as Precious

(especially Those Who

are so often

Leftover for last

Who in Reality

are humbly and

simply the Best)...

Amen.

#250wordprayers #ThankfulNovember #NoBuyFriday #LongerTablesNotHigherWalls #GivingAndLivingEveryDayInLove

(Artwork © Syracuse Cultural Works)

reeling and Healing (Thanksgiving 2025)

on a Day that was created

as a way for All People

and the Land

from whence We came

upon which We stand

to be celebrated

(even as We remember 

the People degraded

the Land degradated)

We recognize

how this Land

is still Beautiful

and continues to 

feed All People

which reminds Us how

fear blinds Us to how

We are all Interrelated 

and how We 

need All People

and this Land

to be Yours and Mine

and Ours in order

to Live and Love

across our distances

amidst our differences

by weathering the showers

of red-hot rage

and white-hot anger

that grieve Us 

and leave Us

tangled up in blue

through acknowledging our wounds

as a Source of Healing

(even as our tender

Senses are reeling

and can't quite reach 

consensus on what

We're All feeling)

and tethering Our Selves

to the Earth which gave

Us birth and the Love

which saves Us and 

shows Us our worth

togethering Us to what 

is Real and True

so through the thrall

of threatening torrents

throughout the Land

and the squall

of abysmal abhorrence

amongst the People

may We All

give Thanks

for Her

for Them

for Us

for You...

Amen.

#200wordprayers #HappyThanksgiving2025 #ThankfulNovember 

('Healing Together' © Simone Macleod)

Let Them Be

for All Transgender Beloveds

Whose Divinely-Created Identities

have been questioned

and doubted

and bludgeoned

and bruised

and shamed

and abused

by Some Who

have allowed Their

own Divinely-Created Identities

to be infiltrated

by unsubstantiated fears

and egregiously 

(even religiously) used

less as instruments

to understand and accept

and more as weapons

to belittle and accuse

to elicit tears

less from empathy

more from enmity

against These 

fellow Beloveds 

the Ones left 

literally shaking

in their shoes

bereft of safety

and wondering if

(and when)

the next one

will drop

on Them

needing some shelter

from this inhumane

helter skelter storm

being played out

(and blamed outrageously)

on Them

being prayed for 

whilst being preyed upon

yet choosing courageously

amidst the insanity

to stand authentically

in their Divine Humanity

even at the risk

of losing their lives

and grieving

fellow Beloveds

who were ushered

into their leaving

far too soon...

May You Know

that You Are Loved

just as You Are

priceless Treasures

Whose Revelatory Radiance

will never be

contained or remain

hidden behind hatred

buried beneath bigotry

but shines Beautifully

through the cracks

of our sordid

and Sacred Soil

and Trans-Formatively

through and beyond

the taxing toil

of digging through

our volatile frivolity

to unearthing

our True Identity

and birthing 

our New

(and overdue) 

Equality.

Let It Be...

and Let Them Be.

#222wordprayers #TransgenderDayOfRemembrance2025 #YouAreSeenAndHeardAndLovedJustAsYouAre #TransRightsAreHumanRights #WeAreAllBeloved #WeAreTheBelovedCommunity