A Simple Prayer
A Simple Prayer
I just cannot bring myself to visit what used to be The World Trade Center. With all the cameras I own, I just can’t venture out there for a photo-op. The thought seems sacrilegious.
The other day I entered the 42nd Street and 8th Avenue subway station. I wondered as I entered what musicians might be playing and what photos I might be able to take. Instead what I found was the "memorial" set up where photos and names and candles and religious items set up for those victims of the WTC bombing. I was moved because now there were faces and names and stories attached to the missing numbers and the term "victims".
With all my political ideologies and analysis; with all my psychology-based opinions and perspectives; with all the knowledge and beliefs I have in my heart and mind, from learning and living-they become less important at that moment I stepped foot into 42nd street’s shrine.
The only thing that makes sense for me right now is this simple prayer:
"May the souls of those killed in the attack be embraced by the loving force of the universe. May they be at peace and in a better place. May Divine Love heal the souls of the living to remove the inclination to kill, murder, conquer or even exploit one another. May the families and loved ones of those murdered in the attack find solace and peace. Through some divinely inspired act, may good come from this event, in that we humans are transformed to become better and not bitter; stronger in love and divine humility and not stronger in might, force and arrogance and resolved to find resolution in cooperation, preventive measures and healing. May our acts from this forth on be motivated by the question: how do we make the world a bigger and better playground for the innocent children of the world. Most High God of many names, help us."