A Prayer from the Weary Child

A world immersed in greed, envy, pettiness and turmoil

Its inhabitants suffering from delusions of grandeur and complete amnesia with connections to the past – that which binds them cohesively to the here and now

Here I sit contemplating “why” and the meaning of “what was” and “what is” against a backdrop of the noise of humanity and their devious machinations

There is no peace, there is no serenity, there is no balance

until what was lost is found again and the integrity of both who and what we truly are has been restored

Where our parents moved freely among us endeavouring to mentor in all that can be known and reveling in each infant step taken forward

Take a look round now and see how far we have devolved even with contemporary comforts and technology; it seems as though our very existence has come undone

I beg then in the name of our Father of old to grant me the tranquility of the knowledge of Ancestors past and the embodiment of His wisdom

To dwell amongst Family where the distance between Heaven and Earth are mere steps to be traversed with little effort

Reveal to me the times of Enki and of Enlil and the Heavenly Hosts that once were prevalent and abided with us on Terra Firma

Within there is no judgement, no sides to be taken but only understanding, knowledge and the wisdom of all things that are sought as a constant companion

Therefore, be not far from me, hear my plea and make haste to minister unto me