Showing posts with label Prayer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Prayer. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 27, 2026

 

EARLY MORNING PRAYER

“Do you pray always, Mary?”

Yes, Lord, always, working

Hard lest I faint. If I faint, what

Will the end of my children be?

What will the end be of the testimony

My Ancestors left behind for me

To live out, to prove true, to elongate

And to propagate among the airy minds

Of those I love, who love me, and those

Who don’t even know me, and let it sink

Down to the fleshy hearts. Offering love, one

To another. Praying for peace in every soul,

Like links in a chain, from one soul to the

Next, being that all souls are connected

To Your heart unless they fall away; forgive

Them, O, Father, I pray. You rejected us,

Father, so that you could ensoul, graph,

Include those without, within the Plan you

Had from the beginning. Had you left us in

Mire of our own creation, we would not be,

We would be no more a people in a godless

World, carrying knowledge of life and death

Within us and around us, hovering above our

Head, which some can’t see, no being aware,

Awake. Sometimes, it doesn’t feel very fair

That You require us to pray for those

Who don’t pray, who won’t pray for us,

Who pray against us, who forsook and

Forsake us in this system. You gave us

The power to be ourselves and in that, heal

One another if we will. We also abuse power

To our utter hurt. But those are who our

Ancestors prayed for. Today, we must pray

For our ancestors, for us, and them. When

We have defeated every enemy within,

Awareness of that will break every yoke,

All chains, and rectify past, present, and

Future drug-induced failures that cripple

Your people, as our ancestors fought

Against before us.

Yes, Lord, I’m praying, for then, now, and

forever. And when all of this is done, we will

know as we are also known. Thank You, and

Thank You again and amen.

~~ Mary Handy Moore




Friday, November 24, 2023

The storm and I

                                                        I stood in the Storm 

I stood in the storm as it hurried by,

Wondering why, O why it passed me by.

I stood in place, but I ran after it.

Catching up with it, I asked it why,

Why, O why did it pass me by?

"I've devastated you again and again.

“But I'll visit you again before your end,”

As it whirled past me around the bend.

   

I hoped the onlookers would comprehend. 

I stood on my ground and began to pray

For those who didn’t know, a storm was on its way.

I prayed for those who slept during the day.

Many didn’t know a storm was coming their way.

I stood in my place, in shoes full of Grace.

I stood there praying for the tears on their face.

With sheer bewilderment that often can efface

 

And disturbs those unprepared for a strenuous race.

It is impossible to outrun a tumultuous storm,

Even if you can see the very beginning of its form.

If it's for you to suffer it, then suffer it, you must.

Some have a dread: "Something bad is going to happen.”

For the wise, premonitions are considered a buffer.

The wise don't get caught in unprofitable storms

Without the full armor that it takes to victoriously suffer

 

Whatever it takes to move from one place to another,

To come out into a new sun that heals, not harms.

I stood in the storm as it hurried by,

Wondering why, O why it passed me by.

I stood in place, but I ran after it.

Catching up with it, I asked it why,

Why, O why did it pass me by.

~Mary Moore, 2014

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Let Us Run and Psalm Ninety One

Let Us Run and Psalm Ninety One

Master and Lord!
It’s time to run again,
I need you to help me run
Help me find my place
Under the Sun,
Eons ago you helped
Me cross the world Chasm
In one stride!
First, you helped me retrieve
The Stone that was in it.
The Chasm is behind me,
The race is not – I’m still in it,
Once again, seeing you beside
Me, ready to show me how
To sprint again,
I’m never afraid. I can run
In the Spirit and actualize
It on my Earth-Mother.
Help me to find my place under
The Sun that you have sanctioned,
Hallowed for Me. When I run,
I will find it because you are the
Guide and the Spirit in my
Holy feet! Let’s run on.
My dad used to say to
You when he needed help in his
Tedious race: “Okay Jesus, let’s ....”
Now, Lord, let us run, and
Let us find my place that you
Have already covered with your
Feathers, and under those Wings I
Will trust as my safe house,
My refuge – When we find it.
Lord, let us run! Amen. OM

Created by Mary Handy Moore
(Under Psalm 91)
October 11, 2014

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Bowing the head of my heart

Bowing the head of my heart

I bow the head of my heart
While I consult my Muse.
I humbly receive any Wisdom
Bestowed upon me to use.
As Angels come down here,
Their presence fills me with sheer
Awe and a most Godly fear.
Angels always have a listening ear.
I tread softly as the celestial Muse
Makes peace be still in the ocean of my soul,
with more Wisdom words than I can ever use.
When I need to steal away to pray,
Those wisdom words are always at play.
Cycling, recycling, and recycling again,
Like a regurgitating machine deep within.
I bow the head of my heart
While I consult my Muse.
I humbly receive any Wisdom
Bestowed upon me to use.
As I allow the Spirit to overtake my pen,
I bow the head of my heart time and again.

(MHMoore 1-7-14)