Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam

Six years ago...9/11/01...my simple prayer for each of us and for the world today...and especially for my Beloved James...may you surrender to the ashes and like the glorious and mysterious Phoenix...may you Rise!

This is my simple prayer for today...

For the greater glory of God and for the salvation,
the resurrected wholeness and the revealed oneness of humanity
~ ad majorem dei gloriam ~,
may we individually and collectively RISE
rise up from the ashes of the past
resurrect the diamond from the embers
free the enslaved soul
open wide the doors of the heart
may we rise,
may we rise,
may we rise
renewed in love
liberated by love
redeemed as love
dedicated, donated and abandoned to embodying
Sacred Love and living Sacred Unity
Allaha Huba
With awe and in reverence for the Sacred Unity
That Is Now, That Will Be and That Is To Come
Ameyn.


Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
~ Maya Angelou ~