by Clare Cameron
"Dear
sweet presences
Who
love to the uttermost,
Those
about me clothed in flesh
And
others clothed in Light
Attend
my prayer.
To
those in shadow
Of
life’s delusions
And
suffering inflicted on others,
Where
tentacles reach out to bind –
Come,
be there
Bring
swords of Light.
Stir
the dark waters
And
free the cleansing streams.
We
too need purification,
And
darkness share.
Sweet
presences,
Our
eyes are clouded.
Shine
your Light through them!
And
at the appointed time
Instruct
us to bear
The
swords of Light
In
the service of Love.
And
where there was corruption
There
shall be lilies
Stainless
and fair
Because
you were with us
There."
from the book "Hidden Beauty of the Commonplace: A Nature Mystic's Reflactions upon True Freedom" by Philip Pegler
