#aye

Lady of the silver moon Enchantress of the night Protect me and mine within this circle fairly cast. Earth Mother, mother of the sleeping earth, Keep safe all who gather here Within the protective shelter of your arms. By the earth that is Her body, By the air that is Her breath, By the fire that is Her bright spirit, And by the living waters of Her womb, Our circle is cast, None shall come to harm here, From any forces, On any level. As we will, So shall it be done. As we will, So mote it be. ↗

— Madelyn Alt

#protection #wicca #death

Why do you pray?" he asked me, after a moment. Why did I pray? A strange question. Why did I live? Why did I breathe? "I don't know why," I said, even more disturbed and ill at ease. "I don't know why." After that day I saw him often. He explained to me with great insistence that every question possessed a power that did not lie in the answer. "Man raises himself toward God by the questions he asks Him," he was fond of repeating. "That is the true dialogue. Man questions God and God answers. But we don't understand His answers. We can't understand them. Because they come from the depths of the soul, and they stay there until death. You will find the true answers, Eliezer, only within yourself!" "And why do you pray, Moshe?" I asked him. "I pray to the God within me that He will give me the strength to ask Him the right questions. ↗

— Elie Wiesel

#relationship #revelation #death

The Simple Path Silence is Prayer Prayer is Faith Faith is Love Love is Service The Fruit of Service is Peace ↗

— Mother Teresa

#love #mother #path #peace #prayer

Nor dread nor hope attend A dying animal; A man awaits his end Dreading and hoping all. ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#death #hope #prayer #death

Do not hate the player, nor the game...rule it! ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#conquer #game #hate #player #quotes

If we stay where we are, where we're stuck, where we're comfortable and safe, we die there... When nothing new can get in, that's death. ↗

— Anne Lamott

#comfort-zone #death #prayer #death

I think when I began, I played distortion more than the guitar. The results of my strumming. Now I play the twang of the string, which is a lot closer to the source of the sound making. ↗

— Ian Williams

#closer #distortion #guitar #i #i think

Long, discursive, dry, and inane are the prayers in many pulpits. Without unction or heart, they fall like a killing frost on all the graces of worship. Death-dealing prayers they are. Every vestige of devotion has perished under their breath. The deader they are the longer they grow. ↗

— E.M. Bounds

#pride #death

When Jesus said ast and you’ll get it, He meant things of the spirit, not the flesh. Grandpa said Jesus meant us to ast for hope, forgiveness, and all like that. Ast ‘Hep us not be scared, hep us not be greedy, give us courage to try…Ast any such and God will give it to you. But don’t ast Him not to let fire burn, or say spare me from death. ↗

— Olive Ann Burns

#courage

... as we travel again between life and death, Waking and dream, blinking, while layers within layers, None better, none worse, unravel and knit up before us . . . ↗

— Jay Woodman

#dream #layers #life #travel #wake