My Prayer for Those Who are Homeless

Oh God, today I looked out into the hail and the sleet and the thunder,
And I felt safe and warm inside with my animals.
But then I thought about all those who are without homes or shelters.
I thought of all the people in this world who go to bed hungry and cold,
Or without something to help their thirst.
I thought of the little children, who live in rags, dirty, and perhaps without shoes.
And I felt ashamed, God.
You created this world full of people of every color and culture, every language, every political and spiritual or religious belief system. You created all the creatures on this earth, and all the plants, and everything including the tiniest grains of sand.
And it was good. We were all meant to be on this earth and to help it survive, or we would not be here.
But instead, we hate those whose languages we cannot speak, whose cultures and spiritual or religious beliefs are not ours, and we seek ways to overcome every enemy, when in fact, our worst enemies are those in the compass of our hearts and our minds. We want to destroy those whom we believe are against us, and worst still, we create people who are invisible to us. They cry out in the streets, and in the bare spots along the train tracks. They look up with hope, but instead find empty stares, or people who don't even look at them. God, we have done shameful things to our fellow human beings, and to the creatures and the plants, and perhaps even the tiniest grains of sand. As we looked past the invisible ones, God, we looked past you. We go to churches and cathedrals and to our places of worship, and we proclaim loudly that we love you and we praise you, but we look right past you as you sit in the street with an empty cup, or we turn away in disgust at a mother with nothing to feed her child. We perhaps throw a rock at a stray animal, and God, you are in all of us, so we cannot say we love you when we have made you invisible. You created us ALL in your image, and so God, you are all the people who live on this wonderful earth, and you never told us that you loved everyone but the invisible people.
Help us to truly open our eyes, God, and to open our hearts and our minds. Help us to see that every human being, every creature, every plant, and even the tiniest grains of sand are you, God.
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Oh What a Beautiful Morning

Courtesy Pixels
Oh what a beautiful day.
I've got a wonderful feelin'
Everything's goin' my way . . .

I was thinking that sometimes we think a day is beautiful when things are going the way we would like them to happen.

But what about all the other days? Do you realize how many miracles occur in this world, in every part of the world, despite the political systems, the religious beliefs, the cultural makeup of those who inhabit any given location? Yes, miracles happen if you but open your eyes to them.

Life then, depends on what you want to see of it. You can choose to see the negative side of everything, or you can look for the miracles, and they may not all be earth-shattering. Sometimes you need to open your mind to new possibilities of what constitutes a miracle, but I can assure you that miracles do happen every single day, every month, every week, every day, every minute and every second. Just the fact that the world keeps spinning and all the other planets and stars and the sun and the moon stay where they are is a major miracle.