I pray for the world, which sounds like a cop out, but it is done methodically. I begin, “In the name of the Father …I pray – poorly”, (because I am not well disciplined.) and then the Lord’s prayer, and/or the following, depending on how He directs me: an open conversation with My Friend, with Whom I can have a symbolic cup of coffee, or methodically going right down the line, beginning with my Dad, our families, our friends, our enemies, and all who need help of any kind, with some specifics, like, but not limited to, the homeless, the poor, the hungry, the troubled; for souls that have been, are, and will be; I pray that we might All seek God’s love through Jesus; I reiterate asking that He forgive my sins for they are many; including my less than perfect attitude towards the people who are so heartlessly and unnecessarily leaving me homeless, for which I ask for patience and mercy and to watch my mouth and not return any unkindnesses. I single them out that they may be forgiven. I ask that since I am not well disciplined, that He will hear all omissions that are later thought of, to be heard as prayers. I pray for those who have asked me to pray for them. I end with a thank you to My Father above me, His Son, who walks aside me, sometimes in front of me, leading with His Hand, sometimes carrying me, and the Holy Spirit Who lives within me. I give thanks to Mary, who said yes, Joseph who said yes. Thanks to a priest close to my heart, I was gently reminded that I can indeed say hello to those who have passed; and so I say hello to my mother and my child, and pray that they are somehow together. “In the name of the Father, and of The Son, and of the Holy Spirit, I hope – and pray. Amen. Oh! And…”.
Sometimes, I just say thank You.
Sometimes I just fall asleep. I am exhausted for having all hopes of a normal life on this side of the fence exhausted. I can’t think of a better way to rest but to rest in His Name…
Perhap I should pray not to be verbose.