Greetings! Today, continuing our theme of the need to slow down to be able to tune in to the sacred that exists all around us like some unfathomable dance. Our poem of the week is called Prayer by Marie Howe. Do you empathize with her struggle in this poem? What do you do to peer through all the clutter to see God’s will?
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 fallen 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.