Inspiration

A Prayer for Women’s Equality

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By a woman and a tree the world first perished;
I wish, O Son of the living God,
eternal, ancient King,
for reconciliation between the sexes
that I might answer your calling.
I pray, O Son of the living God, eternal, ancient King,
for—
I wish—
that—
Mother, Child,
Goose of the Wild,
Keep me from despair,
Hear my prayer.
I pray, O Child of the living God, eternal, ancient Queen,
for compassion in men’s hearts
that they could view women as clean.
I strive, O Child of the living God, eternal, ancient Queen,
For a new paradigm, not princess or b*tch,
that views women as strong and not mean.
I hope, O Child of the living God, eternal, ancient Queen,
for society to know women have worth

after their children are weaned,
or at least after the age of eighteen.
I long, O Child of the living God, eternal, ancient Queen,
for rest within the body that is me,
that I may be serene.

—Kate Rae Davis

This post is an excerpt from The Woman’s Book of Prayer by Becca Anderson, which can be found at Amazon and Mango Media.

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Inspiration

Let Us Exult in the Sheer Delight of Being Alive

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What, you ask, is the beginning of it all?
And it is this…
Existence that multiplied itself for sheer delight of being
and plunged into numberless trillions of forms

so that it might find itself innumerably.

—Sri


This post is an excerpt from The Woman’s Book of Prayer by Becca Anderson, which can be found at Amazon and Mango Media.
Inspiration

The Magdalene’s Blessing

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You hardly imagined standing here,
everything you ever loved suddenly returned to you,
looking you in the eye and calling your name.
And now you do not know how to abide
this ache in the center of your chest,
where a door slams shut and swings open at the same time,
turning on the hinge of your aching and hopeful heart.
I tell you, this is not a banishment from the garden.
This is an invitation, a choice, a threshold, a gate.
This is your life calling to you from a place
you could never have dreamed,
but now that you have glimpsed its edge,
you cannot imagine choosing any other way.
So let the tears come as anointing, as consecration,
and then let them go.
Let this blessing gather itself around you.
Let it give you what you will need for this journey.
You will not remember the words—they do not matter.
All you need to remember is how it sounded
when you stood in the place of death
and heard the living call your name.

—Jan Richardson

This post is an excerpt from The Woman’s Book of Prayer by Becca Anderson, which can be found at Amazon and Mango Media.