“One is called to live nonviolently, even if the change one works for seems impossible. It may or may not be possible to turn the US around through nonviolent revolution. But one thing favors such an attempt: the total inability of violence to change anything for the better”
A Prayer for Our Journey from Violence to Wholeness
Spirit of God, we long to mend the broken circle.
We long to heal the fractures in the world around us and within our own souls.
To learn from one another the ways of living fully alive.
To transform those parts of ourselves and our world
that block our making contact with our deepest reality
and with the deepest, richest and most sacred dimensions of all other beings.
Spirit of God, we long to see reality.
To contact our deepest yearning for a world pulsing with justice and truth.
To dream of a society where we all sit down at the Great Banquet,
where every person eats until they are full.
Spirit of God, we long to discover anew the courage deep within us.
To see and to listen. To discover our true selves.
To take steps to stop the cycle of violence
in our homes, in our work-places, in our neighborhoods, in our country, in our wide world.
A Prayer for the Living and the Dead
September 11, 2001
By Elias Amidon
Oh God pray for us,
God beyond the God we don’t believe in,
oh God who beats our hearts, who blinks our eyes,
the One who flames the billion billion stars
and cries our tears, oh God of infinite mercy
pray for us as we die,
we who are caught in this fury, this impossible collision
of jet and tower,
ignite in us your light as the force explodes our bodies,
receive us in your safety
as the weight of our collapsing world crushes every memory, every wish,
the steaming cup of coffee waiting on our desk, our weekend plans,
receive us – stockbroker, cook, secretary, fireman –
pray for us in our surprise
as we hurtle back to what we were before we were,
oh help us die beautifully, as we die,
into your sudden light bring us home.
God pray for us still here,
pray for us as we gasp, mouths open like babies,
seeing the impossible wrath of weight,
the inferno falling,
pray for us as we look up from our lives,
from our homes and schools and workplaces,
from our lawns and freeways,
as we look up from the dust of Kabul and Khartoum,
from our shanty towns and cardboard walls,
pray for us as we see
this repetition of ancient unkindness,
our judgment on ourselves,
oh pray for us.
May sorrow break the hearts of we who are the killers,
may sorrow break the hearts of the perpetrators,
may we weep to have done this to each other,
may we weep for the cause that would cause us
to stab with knives on a clear Tuesday morning
and drop from the sky this bomb of people,
may we weep for the hurt we have suffered
and the hurt we have made others suffer,
oh God pray for us and break our hearts with sorrow
for the lineage of dominance and greed
that has caused this to happen, this rage
that has crazed us with hatred, oh pray for us God,
forgive us
We who are left to pick up their bones,
pray we remember their calling us,
dialing their phones as they dropped from the sky,
calling “I love you, I love you,
take care of the children, take care of yourselves,”
pray we remember their words,
“I love you, take care of the children.”
Oh God stop our hands on knife and trigger,
stop our hands with sorrow,
break our hearts so we weep and in grief
learn the justice of mercy,
oh God show us mercy, show us no one is other,
neither enemy nor stranger nor even
You,
who we, in the birth of your mercy, reveal.
Elias Amidon and Rabia Roberts co-direct the Boulder Institute for Nature and the Human Spirit. Email: elias@boulderinstitute.org.
A Case for Utopia
By Peter Maurin,
co-founder with Dorothy Day of the Catholic Worker movement
The world would be better off
if people tried to become better,
and people would be better
if they stopped trying to become better off.
For when everyone tries to become better off,
nobody is better off.
But when everyone tries to become better
everyone is better off.
Everyone would be rich
if nobody tried to become richer,
and nobody would be poor
if everyone tried to be the poorest.
And everybody would be what [she] ought to be
if everybody tried to be
what [she] wants the other fellow to be.
The United Farm Workers Prayer
By Cesar Chavez
Show me the suffering of the most miserable;
So I will know my people’s plight.
Free me to pray for others;
For You are present in every person.
Help me take responsibility for my own life;
So that I can be free at last.
Grant me courage to serve others;
For in service there is true life.
Give me honesty and patience;
So that the Spirit will be alive among us.
Let the Spirit flourish and grow;
So that we will never tire of the struggle.
Let us remember those who have died for justice;
For they have given us life.
Help us love even those who hate us,
So we can change the world.
A Prayer As We Begin To Reflect on Violence
We huddle together as the storm shrieks around us
and through us.
The storm of misguided power, of icy blindness and abuse,
of the deep gulf that widens between us,
of the suffocating pathos, of the paralyzing unease we feel
when we are rejected and disposed of,
or when we reject and dispose of others.
Tossed by the storm where we lose our particularity and our irreducible richness.
Savaged by the storm that is inflicted on us, and that we inflict.
We ask for the means to live fully in the midst of this storm,
to embark on this challenging and difficult and powerful journey
from fear to love, from despair to hope,
from violence to wholeness.
A Prayer To Begin Our Exploration of Gandhi’s Vision
Spirit of God, You are present to us
in the midst of the sharp dilemmas of our lives
and the life of the world.
Open our hearts,
the way You opened the heart of our brother Mohandas Gandhi,
to see Your creativity generating alternatives, options and choices
in the face of massive violence and injustice.
Help us learn, as he did,
the “power of the powerless” in unleashing and nurturing
justice in an unjust world.
Bring us into contact with your Soul-Force
in finding solutions to the complex challenge of violence
that wounds our human family and the Earth itself.
Prayer
Spirit of God,
you hold us in Your embrace.
Your presence burns through this world,
transforming it.
You hold us in Your embrace.
You call us to see confront the mystery of evil.
You hold us in Your embrace.
You call us to live the astonishing mystery of good in the face
of the mystery of evil.
You hold us in Your embrace.
Be with us as we experiment with your nonviolence.
You hold us in Your embrace.
Give us the strength to break the rules of war,
to move from the war zone to the house of love.
You hold us in Your embrace.
We are grateful for You and for each other.
You hold us in Your embrace.
You hold us in Your embrace.
You hold us in Your embrace.
The House of Love
by Henri Nouwen
How can we live in the midst of a world
marked by fear, hatred and violence, and not be destroyed by it?
When Jesus prays to [God] for his disciples he responds to this question by saying,
“I am not asking you to remove them from the world
but to protect them from the evil one.
They do not belong to the world any more than I belong to the world.”
To live in the world without belonging to the world
summarizes the essence of the spiritual life.
The spiritual life keeps us aware that our true house is not the house of fear,
in which the powers of hatred and violence rule,
but the house of love, where God resides.
Hardly a day passes in our lives without our experience of inner or outer fears,
anxieties, apprehensions and preoccupations.
These dark powers have pervaded every part of our world to such a degree
that we can never fully escape them.
Still it is possible not to belong to these powers,
not to build our dwelling place among them,
but to choose the house of love as our home.
Behold the Beauty of the Lord: Praying With Icons
(Notre Dame, Indiana: Ave Maria Press, 1987), p. 19.
The Canticle of Brother Sun
by St. Francis of Assisi
Most high, all-powerful, all good, Lord!
All praise is yours, all glory, all honor and all blessing.
To you alone, Most High, do we belong.
No mortal lips are worthy
To pronounce your name.
All praise be yours, my Lord, through all that you have made,
And first my lord Brother Sun,
Who brings the light of day; and light you give to us through him.
How beautiful is he, how radiant in all his splendor!
Of you, Most High, he bears the likeness.
All praise be yours, my Lord, through Sister Moon and Stars;
In the heavens you have made them, bright
And precious and fair.
All praise be yours, my Lord, through Brothers Wind and Air,
And fair and stormy, all the weather’s moods,
By which you cherish all that you have made.
All praise be yours, my Lord, through Brother Fire,
Through whom you brighten up the night.
How beautiful is he! Full of power and strength.
All praise be yours, my Lord, through Sister Earth, our mother,
Who feeds us in her sovereignty and produces
Various fruits with colored flowers and herbs.
All praise be yours, my Lord, through those who grant pardon
For love of you; through those who endure
Sickness and trial.
Happy those who endure in peace,
By you, Most High, they will be crowned.
All praise be yours, my Lord, through Sister Death,
From whose embrace no mortal can escape.
Woe to those who die in mortal sin!
The second death can do no harm to them.
Praise and bless my Lord, and give him thanks,
and serve him with great humility.