PRAYERS OF THE TRAVELER
The priest, the postulant, the penitent
Evoke the random ministrations
Of universe, pointing at my sins & laughing
The Pastor said, “don’t follow your heart lest it lead
But I’m just not that independent; I need heart to
Shine my way, to filter my thoughts, to bring me
To the altar where I will not kneel, but
Reach instead my arms to God
With my heart outstretched, elastic
Ready for the learning, for the leaning
Ready for the love to flow from me for me
So ready for the love, God, the magnification
Of who I am into who You are
Not boasting, but becoming the outpouring
Of all You have shared with me
That I may express You with my life
With actions, speech & understanding
“Know thyself to know God.”
I play in halcyon days
Offsets of accomplishment
The truth of divine mind
Made manifest by my actions.
Even this far along in life
Rich with effort, rife with falling short
The paths of life forever circular
Still, I strive like salmon reborn upstream
After flying against persistence
To be recreated
In Your image.
A PRAYER AT 5:15 a.m.
Wholeness in the world
Begins setting myself to rights
Tugging down my shirt
Polishing old shoes with miles of soul
Searching for the heights of spirit
Falling short, then falling in
The flow catches me,
Asks if I’m ready,
Tosses me towards heaven
Telling me to fly it on my own
In a whisper, constant & sure
The Holy Spirit of effort
Builds ladders to the stars
While I stand aground, looking up.
Knowledge smiles upon me
Wisdom takes me by the hand
Aligns me to Spirit
Over & over again
Never losing patience or
Succumbing to anger’s frustration.
Build for me a heaven, Lord
Just for me? You promised
A Holy Land at the end!
Where I become my own nourishment
Healthy & wholly
In service to God.
Mother Nature brooms the landscape
Shaping with wind so generous to share the dust
On my heels back to earth.
While lifting me into Love.
MY PRAYER AT 1:30 P.M.
Never to have the same moment
To be bored or tired of life
But accepting change
As its axis
While I spin in its regard,
The Father’s child, the mother’s girl,
Gathered up in arms to rest my head
(My heavy head)
Upon your shoulder.
My heart to yours, beating in holy synchrony
Inspired with breath, with mirroring You
With shining eyes & windblown hair
A kid You can be proud of
“Watch me, Lord!
I am doing this all for You.
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