#prayers for ukraine

[divinum-pacis]

July 2023: Odesa, Ukraine A woman prays next to a Kasperovskaya Mother of God icon recovered from inside the Transfiguration Cathedral after a Russian missile strike

Photograph: Anadolu Agency/Getty Images

[vampirecorset]

Just a reminder for this lent,

Never stop praying for Palestine

Never stop praying for Ukraine

Never stop praying for Congo

Never stop praying for our stolen sisters

Your fasting and prayer matters! Especially when you intercession prayer these problems to Mary, her prayers with yours work BIG TIME.

Never ever and I mean EVER stop praying for these genocides to cease immediately.

This lent, let’s all work together for a peaceful world.

[lightofthemagdalene]

I ask now that those who watch over me turn their gaze to those poor and battered people crying out for aid in Rafah. In Gaza. In Ukraine. Here at home where the privileged pass by starved masses without thought.

Ancestors, friends, you who have supported the worlds beyond your own, not only for myself but for untold generations behind me, I ask now for the impossible. To ease the uneasy, to shelter the shelterless, and— ultimately— to help them find their way once their mortal shells have been robbed of breath. Let them rest, for they are weary of running.

Help me too in finding a handhold within this unknowable onslaught of horror. These are not my people, these humans who so undervalue the gift given to us on the day of birth. Help me to turn rage and fear into the energy needed to work. To move forward.

To those who guide the dead, I offer you sustenance in your time of labor. I offer rest, payment, and sacrifice so that I might share your overgrown workload.

I grieve. I weep. I keen for those I cannot save. I pray that those whose choices have led us to this place find peace within themselves so that they may give it out to the lands they have ravaged, and accept the retribution which they have so earned.

Go ndéana an t-ádh ar do thuras.

[blueiscoool]

A Ukrainian priest blessing soldiers about to go into battle against the Russian Army.

[deejayphoto]

Ukrainian Christmas

[septembergold]

[catholicpriestmedia]

"May Christ be heard in our language, may Christ be seen in our life, may he be perceived in our hearts." - #SaintPeterDamian

February 14 is ASH WEDNESDAY - a day of #prayer, #penance, #fasting, & #abstinence from eating meat.

We continue praying for #Peace in #Ukraine and the #MiddleEast. #PrayforPeace #PrayingforPeace

📷 Old Church Crucifix / © Janny2 via #GettyImages #Catholic_Priest #CatholicPriestMedia #PeaceNow #SeasonofLent2024 #TheSeasonofLent #Lent2024

[orthodoxydaily]

Let's pray for the reverend Metropolitan Arseny and for those going after him.

[mother-god-sanctuary]

For those of you who are trapped in zones of conflict, may Déa bring you peace and comfort 🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️

[jarviskingston]

🏀⛹🏿⛹🏿‍♂️

[mewlabu]

I really fucking can't anymore....

Even when all they have to do is not do something, like send an invitation to a dumb event they still spit in our faces.

It's ok though, they have "extreme disagreement" about the invasion and all the war crimes and torture and civilian deaths...

[divinum-pacis]

February 5, 2023: A woman prays in front of a religious icon in the catacombs of the Pechersk Lavra monastery in Kyiv, Ukraine. (AP Photo/Daniel Cole)

[sri-rachaa]

Καλό Πάσχα! Χρόνια Πολλά!!

Happy Palm Sunday for all of my Orthodox brothers, sisters, etc. ☦️🤍

[north-wilkesboro-moonshine-cave]

One of the older women I sometimes sit with at the synagogue this morning apparently has ten relatives who are apparently missing. The rabbi said she thinks they might be hostages. Her mother died a month ago. The other woman I sit with always stands for the mourners Kaddish, and when I saw them last they were holding hands

[nolklon-blog]

untitled (we run) 

so I’ll let you be me. the familiar has stopped. stillness is no longer an option. death falls on us like a damned season of hell. snow on open wounds, ash flowers, shelled cities for a runway. we run. you may know the eerie quietness at night but not the rumbling noise and fire in the dark sky close enough for the deaf to hear it. we run and the blood-dust of our fathers’ land stick to our shoes. mothers and children are we, and my thoughts alone are a doorway to a measure of peace, the peace that reminds us that only fear is worse than death. my words are the mind of the world open to love. a poem is not a bomb, a poem is not a circus of evil. a poem is you and I when the bridge we cross from opposite directions disappears behind us.