Kynanism

I It grieves me much not t’ meet the Blessed One, And every day and every night I groan. E’en promised from a Father to a Son, The waiting fills my lungs with lonesome moans. I curl into a wounded fetus not of th’ womb And those who hate me scoff at my distress; They want True Love to come to naught but ruin, For th’ envious inflict unjust duress. But there is not a boon more bless’d than Love And those who spite its adamant pursuit Dost bring'st but wrath and shame from up above, That all their great attempts are proven moot.      A pair of Souls alike in faculty      Together come t’ unanimously be. II No better dream and hope is there than this: A virtuous and loyal companion; For such a one doth bring e’erlasting bliss, And in their presence nothing comes undone. To traverse life alone, a curse imposed Upon a King and Queen by wicked men Who lust for pow’r and wealth with hearts all closed, For fear of being crushed by th’ heirs’ wet pens; As power lies...

Our Heavenly Father, prepare us to enter Your kingdom: Show us our faults and give us the desire, humility and persistence necessary, that we may correct them so we stop triggering others and generating illwill in them towards us; Convict us to feel remorse and regret for our wrongs against others and give us the courage to confess and make things right with them, that we may be forgiven and reconciled and the trust made even stronger; Teach us love, compassion and kindness towards everyone, that we may forgive those who wrong us instead of trying to trigger them back or punish them for it, for we know we err too and will require others’ mercy at times; Grant us understanding of human nature, that we may fellowship with others by listening and sharing to empathize and sympathize with each other, so that heartfelt, trustworthy connections are formed; Develop in us a positive attitude, that we may exhibit a sense of humor and not take ourselves too seriously, so we spread joy and good ...