I went to the Blessed Mother this morning. I took two folded pieces of paper with me in my back pocket, a prayer candle clutched in my right hand. I felt the cool, dewy grass soften beneath my step as I approached the ligustrum, said a prayer, then placed the offerings next to her. The shrieking birds pulled back their hammering screeches for a moment in reverence, the hum of the mechanical world went distant briefly, bees stopped their buzzing as they settled on stamen for a second, just to remind us that silence rules indefinitely. Early autumn leaves fell with a quiet drift on my shoulder, as though nature was comforting with a calm embrace.
I was taking to Our Lady prayers for three people on two pieces of paper, folding, tucking them beneath her, hoping she’d hear us. One prayer is for a friend of mine. Her brother has tongue cancer and I just wanted one more voice to be heard by the Our Lady, hoping she’ll be listening, and hoping the brother will recover and do well.
The other prayer was for our President and his wife after hearing they had tested positive for the corona virus.
Before I took my leave, I prayed that good people, despite their feelings, despite their political leanings, despite how much hatred they may have for him as a president, will reach into their hearts and wish him well as a human. Because we lose any credibility we may have as people who promote peace, nonviolence, and tolerance, if we harbor within us the desire to see another human die, or look forward to it, or hope for it….or nonchalantly script it out on social media with zeal.
Times right now are awfully turbulent and the only thing that will give us peace is unity. Not around an idea, not around a philosophy, not around a political party, but perhaps through a moment of prayer. I think it would show the rest of the world that we Americans always come together when we see one of us hurt and suffering….even if he is the president you hate.
The peace you find when wishing your enemy well is noticed by the Universe….especially when it’s time to pray for someone you love to recover.
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