Today’s Prayer to Passage will be from the book ‘HOPE is my Wingman’ by Michael Antcliffe.

Today I pray, “Dear God, Emily Dickinson once wrote,
‘Hope is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all’
This is my favorite of her writing. I penned it onto watercolor paper years ago. What are today’s words on our priceless devotion to hope? Amen.”

Following my prayer, I held the closed book in my hands and opened it to this passage:

“If cancer wants to take me it will have to come for me piece by stubborn piece.”
—MICHAEL ANTCLIFFE

I read a quote the other day. I am uncertain of its origin. “If we knew what we were doing, it wouldn’t be research.” This narrative can be seen to mean our words create our world. So why don’t we hear or read about “cancer cure” groups? Where are the “cancer cure” groups? And where is this cure to cancer?

Not the products and services as ornaments and accessories for cancer; a cure as available to us as a smile. Einstein departed earth 60 years ago. What are great minds creating today? I wonder, what is the delay? It is a new world now. We are in the Crystal Age, an age of healing. We have been hoping toward faith. So let’s apply the love that is to be here at this time.