Prayer for a Friend

Dark Mother, I know I ask so often that You welcome the spirits of those I have known and loved as they cross over. Sometimes I think I ask too often, and then someone or something brings a message reminding me that You don't do this because I asked, but because it's what You do. That I am honoring both You and those spirits by asking for this. Oh, but Mother! This one hurts me so much!

Please, Keeper of the Keys and Guardian of the Gates, I ask that You guide M safely to where he needs to be. Please, Mother, tell him how loved he is, and that we will do our best to make certain he cannot be forgotten. So many of us have spent today and tonight trying to make sense of the idea that he isn't physically in this realm anymore. He was powerful here. I don't think he understood that. Or maybe he did. Maybe that's why he used that power in all the best ways. Not fame, nor fortune, nor authority. Not those substitutes that many like to mistake for power. It wasn't that he merely had power, but that he was powerful. He used that power to teach, inspire, encourage, love.

 Right now, we feel what we might mistake for being a rip in reality because that power is gone. Help us remember that the power doesn't disappear. He shared it with us. We have the opportunity to make that power grow. Tonight, though, we hurt. We mourn. We want our friend back the way he was here before. We also know that cannot be.

Please, Mother, make sure he is well cared for. That he is happy. That he is rewarded. He is one of our best, and he deserves the best.