We should seek not so much to pray
but to become prayer.
Francis of Assisi
As we move through this week carrying shock from the weekend events in Las Vegas, many questions are asked – how do we share this deep grief of the loss and pain suffered, why would this happen, what can we do to make certain this does not happen again?
How do we pray? What can we do? Change – takes time and great patience. Each small step builds toward making a larger impact.
St. Francis offers some insight. May our prayer be woven within our actions. May our actions be led by prayer.
The table where you ate
For your sake we are here, not for our own.
Why should I ever complain about working in the shop where you did?
And the table, earth, where are you ate – isn’t that enough for me?
Your legs stretched out across every particle of space I might ever encounter;
the wise could build monuments here because of this.
If my senses were less dull the scent of your breath would enter me,
For you exhaled something of your soul into this world, and what you do does last.
For your sake, Beloved, we are here, not for our own,
no matter what directions our thoughts and actions may turn.
When dawn pulls the veil from my eye,
The scent of your breath will enter me forever,
and lift every sail.
Quote: A Year with Hafiz- Daily Contemplations
Image: Playa del amor, México
I know you’re tired but come, this is the way.
I posted this quote on my blog in 2015. Over the last 2 years I have taken note when it appeared on the list of my entries visited.
It is a gentle invitation with an outstretched hand feeling strong and trustworthy. When a journey begins to wear on one’s spirit it is good to be encouraged and strengthened by another.
Over the last few months I have begun to notice this post visited more and more. Toward the end of July the number reached 300+. I cannot say I am surprised. Many people continue to seek direction in a very confusing landscape. The way is beginning to feel very narrow. Looking ahead while trying to keep balance is a lot of work. And it seems there are risks at every turn.
I envision our current quest to be somewhat like the bridge in the above picture. The rocks are close which makes focus crucial. We believe that each of us have our own steps to take along this journey – the way. It is not unusual to end up lost or alone as we stretch beyond ourselves in search of hope and promise.
Where is the way? Is it a destination or a path? What steps do we take when we are not exactly certain about the direction? Like any other pilgrimage people go together even though each person’s experience is different.
It is good to be encouraged. Journeys can be rocky and filled with unexpected moments. A gentle hand, a band of seekers longing for light and hope – we have this in common. Along the way we can take turns being the one who invites or the one who turns to follow.
The way is – there is no description but a call to trust and to share in a vision of this world where all know they are ok – just as they are.
There is no spot on earth that ever became sacred until something danced there:
Maybe it was just an atom or two.
Strange now the seriousness I see around the shrines of perfect saints
whose feet once wept ecstatic tears
as they moved upon the sun they saw beneath our every step.
There is no place in existence that ever became sacred until something sang there,
Even be at just a molecule. That is enough. I hear they croon all the time.
Quote: Hafiz – Daniel Landinsky
Photo: Paul Morris
When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.
Quote: RALPH WALDO EMERSON
"We all become doors and windows through which God shines."
– Thomas Merton
Door of the day… (Twitter- MotherJoy)
In the stillness of the quiet, if we listen, we can hear the whisper of the heart giving strength to weakness, courage to fear, hope to despair.
"In the stillness of the quiet, if we listen,". How do we listen to quiet? It may have nothing to do with the work of our ears. Listening to quiet is the work of the heart, the delight of the soul.
Heart and soul – always waiting for us to slow down, to settle in a way that only our breath is noticed. Only then are we still enough to receive the gifts of heart and soul. Their gifts of strength, courage and hope.
When the world is quiet – listen. May you hear the heart's whisper as it rekindles courage and hope.
Quote: HOWARD THURMAN