May our eyes remain open
even in the face of tragedy.
May we not become disheartened.
May we find in the dissolution
of our apathy and denial,
the cup of the broken heart.
May we discover the gift
of the fire burning in the
inner chamber of our being —
burning great and bright enough
to transform any poison.
May we offer the power of
our sorrow to the service
of something greater than ourselves.
May our guilt not rise up to form
yet another defensive wall.
May the suffering purify
and not paralyze us.
May we endure; may our sorrow
bond us and not separate us.
May we realize the greatness
of our sorrow
May clarity be our ally and
wisdom our support.
May our wrath be cleansing,
cutting through the confusion
of denial and greed.
May we not be afraid to see
or speak our truth.
May the bleakness of the
wasteland be dispelled.
May the soul’s journey be revealed
and the true hunger fed.
May we be forgiven for
what we have forgotten
and blessed with the remembrance
of who we really are.

~Spiritual Practice by The Term Collective