Today’s Prayer to Passage continues within the “Rig Veda”. This month’s spiritual devotion to these ancient sacred scriptures is taking place between May 1 – May 31, 2017.
Today I pray, “Dear God, Today is my eldest nephew’s Birthday! Today he is four years old. Thank You for my three nephews (and a baby nephew or niece to arrive in approximately five months!). It is a pure delight to watch their lives in action. I love being in their presence. Thank You for this opportunity to be near them, my nephews, in proximity, as they are each no longer than a two-hour drive away. I love watching their parents, my siblings and siblings-in-law, bring them up in this world. These children have arrived at a remarkable time in history. All my love and grace to them throughout their lives. They amaze me with each passing day. Amen.”
Following my prayer, I held the closed book in my hands and opened it to reveal this passage:
“HYMN VIII Sacrificial Post.
1. GOD-SERVING men, O Sovran of the Forest, with heavenly meath at sacrifice anoint thee.
Grant wealth to us when thou art standing upright as when reposing on this Mother’s bosom.
2 Set up to eastward of the fire enkindled, accepting prayer that wastes not, rich in hero.
Driving far from us poverty and famine, lift thyself up to bring us great good fortune.
3 Lord of the Forest, raise. thyself up on the loftiest spot of earth.
Give splendour, fixt and measured well, to him who brings the sacrifice.
4 Well-robed, enveloped he is come, the youthful: springing to life his glory waxeth greater.
Contemplative in mind and God-adoring, sages of high intelligence upraise him.
5 Sprung up he rises in the days’ fair weather, increasing in the men-frequented synod.
With song the wise and skilful consecrate him: his voice the God-adoring singer utters.
6, Ye whom religious men have firmly planted; thou Forest Sovran whom the axe hath fashioned,—
Let those the Stakes divine which here are standing be fain to grant us wealth with store of children.
7 O men who lift the ladles up, these hewn and planted in the ground,
Bringing a blessing to the field, shall bear our precious gift to Gods.
8 Ādityas, Rudras, Vasus, careful leaders, Earth, Heaven, and Prthivi and Air’s mid-region,
Accordant Deities shall bless our worship and make our sacrifice’s ensign lofty.
9 Like swan’s that flee in lengthened line, the Pillars have come to us arrayed in brilliant coIour.
They, lifted up on high, by sages, eastward, go forth as Gods to the God’s dwelling-places.
10 Those Stakes upon the earth with rings that deck them seem to the eye like horns of horned creatures;
Or, as upraised by priests in invocation, let them assist us in the rush to battle.
11 Lord of the Wood, rise with a hundred branches. with thousand branches may we rise to greatness,
Tlou whom this hatchct, with an edge well whetted for great felicity, hath brought before us.”
This passage reads like a song written for the children we are bringing up as future women and men of the earth. I honor today’s children for their being here at a time when we may learn the many lessons of their wisdom beyond their years. They seem to me to be old souls in all the noble ways that olds souls carry themselves within the body. I pray that they do teach us much, as we are open to learn from what they are here to offer — their perfection, their wholeness, their completeness. May we recognize this also within ourselves, each and every one of us. Amen.