God
grant that I become more than dirt
manifest me as earth
and let the sky rain everyone’s pain
so that the progress of dirt mud to soil
can become the depths of truth
blooming solutions
and blossoming healing
in this field of love
and I ask
the pollen of empathy
be picked up by the wind of compassion
so that the seeds of oneness
can cross-pollinate with the plains of indifference
growing this divine cycle
between earth, and the sky of wisdom
inhaling the air of knowing
pulled by the gravity of peace
keeping us all grounded, balanced
and let this planet be called righteous
the actions manifested as justice
as it lies in the hands of the universe of harmony
while the stars reflect kindness
and All connected, beneath their light
Ra,
let it rain pain on me
I can bear it, I was made for it
liberate me from fear
so that I may only live in love
Hotep, Ashe
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