Friday, November 6, 2009
New Version Lord’s Prayer
Forgive me my illusions Father and help me accept my true relationship with You, in which there are no illusions and where none can enter. My holiness is Yours. What can there be in me that needs forgiveness When Yours is perfect. The sleep of forgetfulness is only, the unwillingness to remember Your forgiveness and Your Love. Let me not wander into temptation for the temptation of the Son of God is not Your will. And let me receive only what You have given and accept but this into the mind which You created and which You Love.
Amen
Forgive me my illusions Father and help me accept my true relationship with You, in which there are no illusions and where none can enter. My holiness is Yours. What can there be in me that needs forgiveness When Yours is perfect. The sleep of forgetfulness is only, the unwillingness to remember Your forgiveness and Your Love. Let me not wander into temptation for the temptation of the Son of God is not Your will. And let me receive only what You have given and accept but this into the mind which You created and which You Love.
Amen
The Forgotten Song
"Listen– perhaps I catch a hint of an ancient state not quite forgotten; dim, perhaps, and yet not altogether unfamiliar, like a song whose name is long forgotten, and the circumstances in which I heard completely unremembered.
Not the whole song has stayed with me, but just a little wisp of melody, attached not to a person or a place or anything particular. But I remember, from just this little part, how lovely was the song, how wonderful the setting where I heard it, and how I loved those who were there and listened with me.
Listen, and see if I remember an ancient song I knew so long ago and held more dear than any melody I taught myself to cherish since.
Beyond the body, beyond the sun and stars, past everything I see and yet somehow familiar, is an arc of golden light that stretches as I look into a great and shining circle. And all the circle fills with light before my eyes.
This is the vision of the Son of God, whom I know well. Here is the sight of him who knows his Father. Here is the memory of what I am; a part of this, with all of it within, and joined to all as surely as all is joined in me.
Accept the vision that can show me this, and not the body. I know the ancient song, and know it well. Nothing will ever be as dear to me as is this ancient hymn of love the Son of God sings to his Father still.
And now the blind can see, for that same song they sing in honor of their Creator gives praise to them as well. The blindness that they made will not withstand the memory of this song. And they will look upon the vision of the Son of God, remembering who he is they sing of. What is a miracle but this remembering? And who is there in whom this memory lies not? The light in one awakens it in all. And when you see it in your brother, you are remembering for everyone."
From 'A Course in Miracles' Chapter 21: Reason and Perception
Not the whole song has stayed with me, but just a little wisp of melody, attached not to a person or a place or anything particular. But I remember, from just this little part, how lovely was the song, how wonderful the setting where I heard it, and how I loved those who were there and listened with me.
Listen, and see if I remember an ancient song I knew so long ago and held more dear than any melody I taught myself to cherish since.
Beyond the body, beyond the sun and stars, past everything I see and yet somehow familiar, is an arc of golden light that stretches as I look into a great and shining circle. And all the circle fills with light before my eyes.
This is the vision of the Son of God, whom I know well. Here is the sight of him who knows his Father. Here is the memory of what I am; a part of this, with all of it within, and joined to all as surely as all is joined in me.
Accept the vision that can show me this, and not the body. I know the ancient song, and know it well. Nothing will ever be as dear to me as is this ancient hymn of love the Son of God sings to his Father still.
And now the blind can see, for that same song they sing in honor of their Creator gives praise to them as well. The blindness that they made will not withstand the memory of this song. And they will look upon the vision of the Son of God, remembering who he is they sing of. What is a miracle but this remembering? And who is there in whom this memory lies not? The light in one awakens it in all. And when you see it in your brother, you are remembering for everyone."
From 'A Course in Miracles' Chapter 21: Reason and Perception
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