Prayer
Every day I want to speak with you. And every day something more important
calls for my attention – the drugstore, the beauty products, the luggage
I need to buy for the trip.
Even now I can hardly sit here
among the falling piles of paper and clothing, the garbage trucks outside
already screeching and banging.
The mystics say you are as close as my own breath.
Why do I flee from you?
My days and nights pour through me like complaints
and become a story I forgot to tell.
Help me. Even as I write these words I am planning
to rise from the chair as soon as I finish this sentence.
Marie Howe
from The Kingdom of Ordinary Time (Norton, 2008)
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I came across this beautiful, thought provoking poem on my car radio while driving home one day last week. It reminded and challenged me to take some time out of my busy days to do things that put me in touch with the sacred residing in us all. Whether we do this by praying in our religious traditions, meditating, listening to music, exercising or spending time with family and friends, I hope this poem will give you (and me) some permission to indulge in these life-giving activities.
Blessings to you,
Cylon George, M.A.
Campus Chaplain
www.hvcc.edu/campusministry
Published: Tue, 01 Nov 2011 11:00:12 +0000 by c.george