Inspired Writings


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the names have been added of those that are known.
I Hope you enjoy reading them as much as I have.



I Hold Your Hand
No comfort comes to ease your mind
A friend on earth you cannot find
I hold your hand

When all is darkness and despair

And none there is who seems to care

You cannot smile through endless tears
Your world is fraught with doubt and fears
The present seems a hopeless grey

You dread to meet another day
I hold your hand

O human friend your tears are mine
Your suffering with mine entwine

Your doubts and fears I make my own
Your sorrow and your Grief is known
I hold your hand

But Daylight comes and hope is born
And happiness comes with the dawn
The clouds have passed, the sun breaks through
And life seems to begin anew
I hold your hand
You may not know that I am there
In joy and in your deep despair

In dream and in your quiet thought
With loving touch I bring support

 And this will ever surely be
In life and through eternity
I hold your hand I hold your hand
By Ken Brown





You can shed tears now she's gone
Or you can smile because she has lived

You can close your eyes and pray she'll come back
Or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her or you can be full
of love you shared.

or you can be happy for tomorrow, because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she's gone
or You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what she'd want; smile, open your eyes, love and go on.





Native American Prayer

Oh, Great Spirit
Whose voice I hear in the winds,
And whose breath gives life to all the world,
hear me,
I am small and weak,
I need your strength and wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made
and my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may understand the things you have taught my people,

Let me learn the lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock,
I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother, but to fight my greatest enemy - myself.
Make me always ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes.
So that when life fades, as the fading sunset,
my spirit may come to you without shame.
(translated by Lakta Sioux Chief Yellow Lark in 1887)

published in Native American Prayers - by the Episcopal Church