May 31: Memory of Love Prayer

Spirit of life, spirit of creation and sustenance and annihilation,

we know that our lives are circumscribed by time and occurrences

that we cannot possibly know or understand beforehand,

that our departure by death is as mysterious as our arrival by birth,

that we can never fully comprehend where we come from

or where we go or any of the other great paradoxes of existence.

But we do know that, in the end, we lose almost everything—

family, friends, careers, homes, memories all fade away at last.

And we know that this very moment, and as it passes, *this* moment

goes on and on, beginning before us and continuing long after us.

We pause now to sense the only thing that is eternal: just now.


We pray that, if we remember anything at all at the end of our lives,

it might all the love we have experienced throughout our time here,

all the love that has brought joy and grief and meaning to us,

all the love that has lifted us up, held us tight, and carried us on.

Even if we cannot remember our own names or the faces of loved ones,

may the memory of love embrace us, bless us, and guide us home.

Now and always, Amen!

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