Silenced, hands and heart open, I pray:
Brush away what keeps me stuck, dulled
By figuring, not listening to your presence, your words.
“What [am I] looking for? Expecting to see?”
Like the banks of a river
I need to wait, ready to receive sacred life
And ready to let go.
Jesus spent nights in prayer,
Spoke the unexpected to followers.
That suffering stranger, the Canaanite woman who knew she belonged,
Watched and waited, saw the light of Jesus’ compassion
Fogged in for the moment with tiredness and misunderstanding.
She believed love would prevail.
Tuned to your rhythms, O God,
Give us eyes to see into the shadows
Where holiness lies invisible
In questions, uncertainties without answers.
We dwell in mystery,
Connection, communion, your heartbeat everywhere.—AMEN.
(Adapted from Alice Feeley, RDC, White Plains, New York)
