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Hope Beyond Poverty and Despair | Warm Comfort Created Through Tears and Prayers
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- Meditation
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- Lumen
Whenever I see the poor and suffering, their pain becomes my own, and I connect with it in prayer. The moment I face their suffering, my heart aches as if it were being torn apart. The misery of the reality unfolding before my eyes seems to flow into me, gripping my heart. Why is the world so unfair? Why do some live in abundance, while others struggle to afford even one meal a day? I am constantly shaken by these questions, and yet, within that collapse, I rise again through prayer.
I know full well that it is not money or fame that sustains my life. They are like fleeting shadows that will soon fade away. What truly sustains me is the ability to weep with those who weep, to ache with those who fall, and to hold their lives in my heart and pray. I have no wealth to share with them directly, no medical skills to heal their bodies. Yet, I cannot ignore their presence. As if by a long-held fate, the shadows of my past overlap their faces, and my soul, as if responding to their groans, sits in prayer.
Prayer is the only way to overcome my helplessness. Even as the world burns and hatred and division simmer, I kneel and raise my hands to heaven. The news from France, the horrific stories from Nepal, tear my heart to pieces, but I refuse to give in to despair. Instead, I close my eyes, picture their nameless faces, and whisper, "Original Light, grant them hope. Take away their suffering, and let them pass the night of despair and welcome the dawn."
My prayer is like a blazing fire from deep within my heart. I burn my past in that fire. If, by any chance, some unknowing wrongdoing is connected to their suffering, I pray that that sin, too, will be consumed and purified. In that moment of prayer, I ask for forgiveness. "If my past is entangled in your pain, please forgive me. Forgive me, and let me shine a light on your path."
In this fervent prayer, light sometimes descends. It's a metaphorical light, invisible yet palpable. It's like a warm wave descending from on high, enveloping my entire body and permeating my heart. In that moment, I know: this light isn't just for me; it flows to those who suffer through my prayers. I believe it will touch their wounded hearts with a ray of hope, and seep into their shattered lives with a small measure of comfort.
I'm a Reiki master. I wish I could personally visit them, lay hands on them, and heal them. But for now, I simply call upon the light within my heart, through prayer, and transmit it to them. If even that isn't possible, I will still pray. For prayer isn't my wish, but an invisible force that moves the world.
The world is stained with greed and selfishness, but I believe. One day, we will cast them off and finally reach a world of peace. Without this belief, I would have already collapsed. But I do not give up. Hope is another name for prayer. Today, too, I pray not for myself, but for the day when all living beings will live together.
So today, I pray again. For those weeping on the streets of France, for those suffering in the mountains of Nepal, for countless others whose names and faces remain unknown. May their tears not be in vain, may their wounds ultimately be healed by love, and may my small prayer reach them like an invisible light on that path.
Whenever I see the poor and suffering, their pain becomes my own, and I connect with prayer. This connection is the very reason for my existence. And I know that this prayer will never be lost in the air and will surely be answered someday. For prayer is where human longing and tears meet the mercy of heaven.
