wide awake at three in the morning

Spiritual resource to share: your prayer

Both my dog and I have not been able to sleep all night. I recognize this cue and go to my desk to listen and pray. A poem from one of my favorite poets comes to thought and I'd like to share it with you:

Someone needs my prayers
by Pam Chance

When I wake in the night
and I don’t know why
and I cannot settle,
but stare into darkness—
someone needs my prayers.

When another day begins with
feelings of disquiet,
unrest, despair for no reason—
I can be sure that somewhere
someone needs my prayers.

And on the brightest of days
when everything sparkles
and my joy suddenly
has an undertone of sadness—
someone needs my prayers.

I say I pray already and I do, for the big picture,
for the unbearable, intolerable,
the unjust, unfair, unsupportable—and still,
someone needs my prayers.

I may think of myself
as of a different race or creed,
as being more than, or less than,
or too far away to get involved—and yet,
someone needs my prayers.

Living and moving in divine consciousness—
a child of spiritual oneness
held in Love’s ceaseless heartbeat,
why am I surprised that I can sense when
someone needs my prayers?

I feel, more than hear,
the echoes of a struggler’s pain—
the reverb of the broken,
the oscillation of despair—whenever
someone needs my prayers.

And in my own struggling times,
when inner tumult renders me
incoherent and each moment
builds to incapacitating misery—someone knows
I need their prayers.

No prayer hangs in space unanswered.
No cry is lost—and as I pray,
I becomes we in the encircling
fusion of Love that heals all hurt when
someone needs our prayers.

To read more of Pam Chance's work, click here.



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