Prayer

Treat and move your feet

My heart was battered by abuse,
Closed off by an impassable wall,
No connection from walled heart
To mouth or mind:
I couldn’t ask for help;
I could not ask for prayer,
But it was my birthday.
Practitioners prayed for you
on your birthday,
And so I sat across from one,
Our knees nearly touching.
As her voice spoke her prayer,
I felt wrapped in love,
Lifted by the power of the prayer,
And I wanted to do that,
To be able to give that love to me,
To give that love to others.

I needed to finish two years of classes to qualify for practitioner studies. Then I applied and was interviewed. I didn’t do well the first time. Success came the next time. After two years of classes and a test, I became a licensed religious science practitioner.

Stoles were de rigeur in those years. After the purple velvet practitioner stole, following training and testing, I was given a red ministerial stole. Indeed, when I am ordained, I’ll receive another stole. It’s a spiritual fashion show,

To make our lives and the world a better place for all, we pray and use our gifts and talents the best we can as often as we can. We ask for and accept help from every qualified source. It all comes from the One we talk to in prayer.

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