Friday, August 4,
2017
I sat on a bench in the cloister
this afternoon,
waiting for the bell to ring for
prayer.
I had 12 minutes to wait—not a
long time,
yet long enough that my
inclination
was to consider what to do
to fill the time.
We do that a lot, don’t we?
Trying to fill time with
something.
God forbid the time be left
empty!
But wait! Maybe that’s what God
is inviting me to do: just to
remain
empty
for that dozen minutes.
So I stared at a grassy area
before my feet,
and noticed how silently the
grass sat there,
and coveted that simple silence.
Thoughts got quiet, in the
presence of the present moment.
Nothing from the past got
through to me, none of it mattered
in this one precious moment,
concerns for the future dropped
away as well,
and I was free---me and the green
grass and the fresh air
and the timelessness.
It was if I was being protected
and
cared for, and unburdened,
unsullied, unprepossessed,
and then the bell rang
and I gave thanks
and headed inside to pray
with words.
Have a wonderful weekend. God
bless you!
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