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Hestia, dear sister, I need your help!
You who have great quiet wisdom,
who can still wrath and burn through
the walls we build up which stop communication,
guide me!
Help me not to think so much about myself.
Help me to have an open, boundless love,
a love whose first thought is,
"How can I show them how special they are to me?"
When my ego begins to stretch,
like a gaping chasm,
and whines,
"What about me? What have you done for me lately?
When was the last time you made me feel special?"
Help my soul to grow bigger, and swallow it up,
transforming it with love.
Gentle Goddess,
teach me the importance of hard work,
help me to see it as a virtue,
a tangible manifestation of love and care,
let me not once think of the cost of something,
but only of how happy this will make them.
Hestia,
stop my tongue before I say stupid things,
- things I don't even believe! -
and open my ears so that I really hear what they are
saying.
Hestia,
give me proper sight,
so that my vision is not clouded by fear and doubt,
and the lies of ego,
but help me to see with the eyes of the heart.
Hestia,
give me your inexhaustable strength,
that I may help lift up my loved ones when they are tired
and sore,
and their hearts ache from life's afflictions.
Hestia,
help my intuition to speak louder,
that I may heed what it says.
For it's only when I discard it's message,
that I stray from the proper path.
Hestia,
ever remind me that actions speak louder than words.
I have piled up a mountain of words and good intentions,
and it has done not one bit of good.
With a few wise and gentle actions,
I could have made a difference.
Hestia,
grant these things,
and I shall be the man I am meant to be,
and there will be sweet concord in our house once more.
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