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From wikipedia--

"A prayer wheel is a 'wheel' (Tibetan: 'khor) on a spindle made from metal, wood, leather, or even coarse cotton. On the wheel are depicted or encapsulated prayers, mantras and symbols such as the Ashtamangala. According to the Tibetan Buddhist tradition, spinning such a wheel will have much the same effect as orally reciting the prayers."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prayer_wheel

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I find the eye they call the third

palms together

trinity

and then I concentrate on Truth

palms together

please hear me

I'll save a third of me for you

palms together:

spare her hurt

I know that I know nothing but

palms apart

but just slightly

Energy perpetuates

"Palms were laid"

upon His path

I pray to her God on this night:

palms in prayer

for our behalf

"She has more to give"

I plead

palm-to-palm

O' hear me please

This is not her home, I know

I bow my head, humility.

But she has many miles to go

palms together

Unity

Let her linger on with us

spare her pain - and keep the trust

fingered palms are quivering

Renew her as a quickening!

A single candle is a light

palms together cannot fight

Hear my pleas, considering

the faith, the love, her fortitude--

she is,we are, a part of You:

palms together

servitude.

Hear me, hear me

as I pray

Lend her stength and let her stay

to live her life Apostleship

I light the candle

pray

or wish

that I have been heard this night:

palms together

very still

knowing that she'll do your will--

do not call her home just yet

Mercy

on us all I beg:

I nod to my four corners, "yes".

Palms apart

in encompass

of creation, gratitude.

I humbly ask that you renew

our friend

your servant

of Eden.

palms together

nod

"Amen."

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Smile. I know my post might confuse many people. As my friendship with Marge grew, since she and I are both very forthright people, I told her our renewed friendship would indeed confuse many. Her response was very simple:

"It's nobody's business."

And this is why I love her so, and I ask you to join me in prayers, either here, in poetry, or in whatever way you find comfortable. Because Marge understands this, and she and I agree that God, in infinite wisdom, makes people, communicates, and appears in forms that they can understand--

A personal relationship with God is personal.

And I sincerely hope I got part of that wrong--because I would love for Marge to pop in and correct me. (gleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee)

Share the love? I know you will. Peace and prayers.

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Be well Marge.