A Prayer For Those Who Feel Broken


By Kary Schumpert.

Dear God, Good, Goddess, Spirit, Universe, Energy, That Which I Cannot See, Source, (or, if praying to a higher being feels weird, pick your favorite person and pretend you’re reading aloud a letter you’re writing),

I am not broken. I feel broken, but I am not broken. I am in touch with my broken heart, broken spirit, and I am having a hard time finding a way back to my whole being. I need a lift. I need a hand. I need some brightness after so many days in the dark. I need a breath. I need a hug. I need release. I need a moment.

Please help me to find myself again and recognize the beauty in my being, the beauty that is here in this world, all around, and in every moment. Please help me know that others are feeling this, too, and that this feeling will pass. Please help me to find joy, comfort, beauty, peace, love, freedom, abundance, time, inspiration. Please help me to take a breath. In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out. Again. In and out. In and out. In and out.

Please help me to remember that we are never fully alone. There are the stars, the sun, the moon, and all others, and they are all with me.

Please remind me that there is beauty in darkness. There is beauty in feeling and grieving and finding my way again. It is okay to not be okay, but it is important to find help in whatever way I can. There are hotlines to call. There is a journal to write in, or the scrap paper from junk mail, to write out what feels like trivial feelings, but it helps to get it out of my body and mind and spirit. There are those same junk mail scraps that I can rip up and release so that no one has to read them or see them.

There are moments to breathe. There are moments to get outside, to move my body, even if slowly and just a few steps. I can stand on my tiptoes and feel myself balancing, the muscles working, the toes cracking. I can play my favorite song and dance my way into silliness, when there is no one looking. I can take three minutes each morning to breathe and meditate, even if I’m not sure what that is beyond breathing and sitting for those precious three minutes. I can reach out to find connection. I can make a list of my favorite things: from colors to shows to music to people I love and keep that list with me in case I need reminding.

I can release that which is not healthy for me: people, social media sites, the inner voice who criticizes me into misery. I can start with the tiny little things: a shower, brushing my teeth, getting dressed, going for a walk, starting work, and slowly do them. I can reach for prayer when it soothes my spirit, and when it feels like there is nowhere else to go.

Thank you for reminding me that I am loved. That I am love. That I am connected. That I matter. That I am peace. That I am this breath, right now. I am whole.

Amen.

(Please, dear reader, know that this prayer is a reflection of something that I have felt, and it’s not necessarily in the present, but I know that there are others for whom it is in the present and I wanted to share.)

One comment

  1. A very moving essay. Writing down our jobs that we have to perform on a given day, then crossing them out when they are completed can render a sense of wholeness. Or, just writing down our thoughts in a journal can render the same result. Reading also elicits a salutary effect. Additionally, singing gospel music while in the shower can bring about wholeness.

    Have a blessed Thanksgiving Day among family and friends.

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