May 21st 2012 8:41 am
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"In my week of good news, I want to lift up the men and women who work in our local animals shelters. Their job is not easy. They are on the frontline of caring for animals that are lost, abused or ill. They seek to save lives and they depend on only small resources to do so. Without them we would all be diminished. So, please join me in prayers for this unique ministry. I know they will appreciate all the support we can give them." by Episcopal Bishop Steven Charleston
February 28th 2011 9:02 am
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Landlocked in Fur
I was meditating with my cat the other day
and all of the sudden she shouted,
I knew exactly what she meant, but encouraged
her to say more--- feeling that if she got it all out on the table
she would sleep better at night.
So I responded, "Tell me more my dear."
and she soulfully meowed,
"Well, I was mingled with the sky. I was comets
whizzing here and there. I was suns in heat, hell---I was
galaxies. But now look--- I am
landlocked in fur."
To this I said, "I know exactly what
What to say about conversations
by Turkaram (c. 1608-1649)
February 5th 2007 9:05 am
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A prayer by Dostoevsky
Lord, may we love all your creation,
all the earth and every grain of sand in it.
May we love every leaf, every ray of your light.
May we love the animals;
you have given them the rudiments of
thought and joy untroubled.
Let us not trouble it;
let us not harass them,
let us not deprive them of their happiness,
let us not work against your intent.
For we acknowledge that unto you all that is
like an ocean, all is flowing and blending,
and that to withhold any measure of love
from anything in your universe
is to withhold that same measure from you.
O God, enlarge within us the sense of fellowship with all living things, our brothers (and sisters ) the animals to whom you gave the earth as their home in common with us.
We remember with shame that in the past we have exercised the high dominion of man with ruthless cruelty so that the voice of the
earth, which should have gone up to you in song, has been a groan of travail. May we realize that they live not for us alone but for themselves and for you, and that they love the sweetness of life.