Light. A prayer for the human family
Dear brothers and sisters:
My life is my light;
Please do not steal my light;
Do not extinguish my light;
This is not your right.
Instead, bring your candle to the table
Which you have made of your human needs and humble confessions.
We will sit down and break bread together in peace.
We will speak together as family, and we will listen minutely to each other.
But before we do, I will gladly give you the light you seek
If I have it and you do not.
It burns for you and for me and for us all.
Tomorrow I may come seeking from you
And I trust you will do the same.
Thank you for this, Doris!
I find myself going through some experience of 'victimhood,' seemingly a relic of my childhood, from the simple parental domination of my choices... nothing really terrible on the part of my parents, but a repression in me, nonetheless. My experience is of reaching a place of collapse and tears, and sometimes of feeling frozen, 'stunned,' just completely stopped from any experience whatsoever.
From this poem, noticing how much light children generally have automatically, realizing how even well-intentioned parents can dominate their children's natural light, my own experience is rising to the surface, where I am doing my best to meet it from a GODMothering place. I am beginning to feed myself light and strength, to welcome these 'normal' wounds into that place as well.
The name of this poem... 'prayer for the human family'... seems particularly relevant.
Much love and gratitude, Jeanie
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