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GOD'S PRAYER TO YOU by Sandra Allagapen

I was taking part in a guided meditation one day…

 When we were told that God/the Divine was the energy that had come forward and He/She was praying, it caused my left-brained self to come to a screeching halt! God praying? Hold on, WE pray to God. Who would God pray to?? So I asked right there and then: “Who do you pray to, God?”

To my surprise, the answer rang clear as a bell: “I pray to you”. Over the course of the next day, this message came through and it remains to this day, one of my favorite poems, one that I feel drawn to share as often as I can.

It has opened my eyes and my heart to all the support that is there for me. So often we feel alone because we feel that our prayers are not being answered. But in truth we often push away the help we prayed for, simply because it isn’t what we expected.

If we ask for peace and a bird lands close to us the next day, do we take time to really see it and wonder at how unafraid it is of us and laugh at its cheek and cheer? Do we allow ourselves to be transported if only for one minute to a place of joy – and peace – or do we walk on by, because of our expectations of how that peace should come to us, thereby ignoring the fact that just that one minute of connection with the bird, could have moved us from our mind into our heart and led us to the solution we had prayed for?

This poem has transformed my perception of the Divine and my relationship with God. I pray that it does the same for you. 

God's Prayer to You

I pray 
that you are willing to receive the abundance of blessings
 that I wish to shower you with.

I pray
 that you consider the opportunities 
that I lovingly create for you.

I pray
 that you open-heartedly listen for my voice
 in all of my creations, big and small.

I pray
 that you allow the friends I send to care for you,
 to guide and support you.

I pray
 that every time you look at the stars or see a bird, 
you recognize that they are the “I love you” notes
 I have left all over the universe for you.

I pray 
that you accept all that you have asked me for.

I pray
 that you let me remind you 
of all the magic and power I gave you.

I pray
 that you remember that every day
 I place my infinite faith in you 
and that you learn to trust yourself too.

I pray
 that you surrender 
all of your fears and doubts to me.

I pray
 that in your times of sorrow, 
you let me hold your hand and dry your tears.

I pray
 that you rest, play, laugh and love 
with the childlike abandon that I created you with.

I pray
 that you know that nothing you can say, do, think or feel 
could ever diminish who you are to me.

I pray
 that you love yourself as I love you.
Artwork: 'A Wing and A Prayer' by Alice Mason

Sandra Allagapen: I am originally from Mauritius but now live in London UK. I am an accountant as well as an alternative therapist. I find balance in variety. I love reading, jewellery-making, reading, spending time with my loved ones, reading, writing and reading. I am hopeful that one day I’ll be spending more time writing than reading!  I love bright colours, crystals, books, trees, people who are not afraid to speak their minds, and so much more on this gorgeous planet of ours. You may contact me on Facebook .

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 


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