May our eyes remain open even in the face of tragedy.
May we not become disheartened.
May we find in the dissolution
    of our apathy and denial,
    the cup of the broken heart.
May we discover the gift of the fire burning
    in the inner chamber of our being--
    burning great and bright enough
    to transform any poison.
May we offer the power of our sorrow to the service
    of something greater than ourselves.
May our guilt not rise up to form
    yet another defensive wall.
May the suffering purify and not paralyze us.
May we endure; may sorrow bond us and not
    separate us.
May we realize the greatness of our sorrow
    and not run from its touch or flame.
May clarity be our ally and wisdom our support.
May our wrath be cleansing, cutting through
    the confusion of denial and greed.
May we not be afraid to see or speak our truth.
May the bleakness of the wasteland be dispelled.
May the soul’s journey be revealed
    and the true hunger fed.
May we be forgiven for what we have forgotten
    and blessed with the remembrance
    of who we truly are.

—The Terma Collective