Sunday Prayer
May I be aware of my blessings,
for there are always blessings,
many blessings
that I often take for granted
like the air that gives me life.
May I receive the gifts,
for there are always gifts,
many gifts,
that I reject and refuse,
like the change that brings me
close to what I desire.
May I allow the miracles,
for there are always miracles,
many miracles
that I ignore or minimize
like the strength
that suddenly soars
from the depth of my being
in my weakest moment.
May I awake to Grace.
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Maria Mar(c)2014
New York, New York
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