The lack of compassion,
The dismissal of what lives between our words,
The impatience with those who just don’t understand as I think they should.
Ogma, I pray you turn the light of your countenance upon me that my bias may be illuminated.
Help me to champion right-action justly through strength of character.
Help me to gain the eloquence that may be found only in listening to learn
and responding to connect.
Ogma, I seek your aid for I would cultivate the learning that comes through patience, acceptance, and compassion.
So may it be.
Image is of the words of the prayer written across a cumulous cloud with the rays of the sun radiating from behind it to illuminate the sky. Image from Unsplash on Spark Post.
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