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Above All, Trust in the Slow Work of God

Above all, trust in the slow work of God.We are quite naturally impatient in everything to reach the end without delay. We should like to skip the intermediate stages. We are impatient of being on the way to something unknown, something new. Yet it is the law of all progress that is made by passing through some stages of instability and that may take a very long time.

And so I think it is with you. Your ideas mature gradually. Let them grow. Let them shape themselves without undue haste. Do not try to force them on as though you could be today what time -- that is to say, grace -- and circumstances acting on your own good will will make you tomorrow. Only God could say what this new Spirit gradually forming in you will be.

Give our Lord the benefit of believing that his hand is leading you, and accept the anxiety of feeling yourself in suspense and incomplete. Above all, trust in the slow work of God, our loving vine-dresser.

Am​en.

~ Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.

Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,

some momentary awareness comes

As an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!

Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,

who violently sweep your house

empty of its furniture,

still treat each guest honorably.

He may be clearing you out

for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,

meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,

because each has been sent

as a guide from beyond.

                             ~ Rumi

a blessing

To Come Home to Yourself

May all that is unforgiven in you

be released.


May your fears yield

Their deepest tranquilities.


May all that is unlived in you

Blossom into a future

Graced with love.

                  ~John O'Donohue



Enough

Enough. These few words are enough.

If not these words, this breath.

If not this breath, this sitting here.

This opening to life

we have refused

again and again

until now.

Until now.

~ David Whyte

The Summer Day

Who made the world?

Who made the swan, and the black bear?

Who made the grasshopper?

This grasshopper, I mean—

the one who has flung herself out of the grass,

the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,

who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down—

who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.

Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.

Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.

I don't know exactly what a prayer is.

I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down

into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,

how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,

which is what I have been doing all day.

Tell me, what else should I have done?

Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do

with your one wild and precious life?

                               ~Mary Oliver

A Prayer for those Struggling to Pray

May God meet you anyway.

When you have no words to say

Would you let your body pray through you today.

Wordless prayers of movement, taste, and touch

Of stillness, sight, and sound

Of hands raised up

Of knees bowed down

The language of lighting a candle

Humming a song

Watering the plants

Walking the dog

Savoring your coffee

Shivering in the breeze

Stirring potato soup

Crunching fallen leaves

Breathing in Mercy

Tasting Sweetness

Listening for Goodness

Touching Kindness

When all your words fail, may you remember

That praying is much more than speaking

It is being

With the one who loves to be with you

So, go paint your prayers

Play your prayers

Dance your prayers

Draw your prayers

Bake your prayers

Breathe your prayers

Run your prayers

Hug your prayers

Laugh your prayers

Cry your prayers

And allow your hands and feet

And fingers and nose

And arms and eyes

And shoulders and toes

To carry your prayers

To the One who needs no words

To the One who already knows.

                ~ Susan Bourn, slightly modified

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