Morning Praying. The Joy and the Challenge.

I really value the first hours of the day – the gradual transition from darkness to light, the increasing sounds of the town waking up and beginning to move, the opportunity to take initial nourishment both in the form of a little breakfast and a time of quiet prayer and meditation before diving into the fray.

As everyone who has written on interior prayer/meditation whom I have read have noted, I find the ‘fray’ mentioned above is going on in my mind even as the day gently opens up around me. It continues to astound me as I sit quietly that my mind, only just returned to post-sleep consciousness, bounces merrily (or un-) from one memory, concern, worry, point of uncertainty to another. As John Main OSB and others who have taught on centering prayer over the past generation have noted, the best response is simply to stay there, to keep praying, to (using Main’s phrase), “say your word.”

I can fairly enough say that the best evidence of my faithfulness to all this is actually bodily. I sit down and stay in one place for the period of prayer.

How much life does it take to bring the beauties and wonders of heart and of mind into consonance with one another? I have come to believe that I will be entirely at rest only about a half hour post my eventual taking leave of the world!

Still, pray on!


A gift

a gift

it was a gift given more than twenty years back
a penance given at confession’s end, pray this
he said: free me in the ways i need to be freed.
i took it and left, i prayed it that day
and left it there as that present became long past

free me in the ways i need to be freed
two decades later last saturday seated
in a different church city time expectation
it just popped up for the first time since:
free me in the ways i need to be freed.

i prayed it again and somewhere
deep or high in the beyond-sight
beyond-sound beyond god’s voice
announced: rouse the army let’s go
it’s not more than three or four days

in a lifetime i get invited to work with
this crazy-ass disciple at the roots where
it really counts where something matters
at the point that possibilities are born and
embraced; free him the sucker said

in the ways he needs to be freed, this
i cannot resist, unfurl the wings cage
the devil raise the sun and alert the Son
we are going to cut through the crap
and make a man real.

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