7 am, liquid gold dawn after a night of some rain; I’m praying shut eyed. The shape of such prayers are wordless-
is Wordless a shape? Its an Emotion, and today it is palpable. I’m praying like someone leans on a strong wall. Or like running into Refuge in a storm
What can I say, here there’s no word limit, no edits needed, only a deadline that looms for each of us, eventually.
“..trust in the Lord with all your heart, lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your path..”
the words filter through, on repeat. “…direct your path..” He can alter routes to re- work our day?
It happens. The dead weight in the core of me lifts, goes. Am at least 2 kilos lighter, maybe more. This is new. This is different. This works. I put on my shoes, we go out. NJ has somethings to get at the hardware store. I buy a silly soft toy, a cap and munchies…
Yep. Prayer changes things, or it changes us for things. Life’s a chessboard and more; we are Players, and we are Prayerers. What a class act prayer is, what privileged persons we are to be recipients of Grace.
My favorite Season, I’ll admit, is that winter when my spirit longs for the Light of the World.
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