Sunday: A Day of Rest. A Day of Prayer. More Than a Nap.

Image: Hand Over Heart, by Catherine Mittleman
It was a week of constant battle, of great losses, yet ultimately victory is illusive, when there is no peace within. I have that. That is all I need, today.

I have been in the business of creating "little" miracles, if there is such a thing (the little, in respect to the miraculous). One means for me is, not to just say but to write, a prayer. If you make drastic but essential changes in your life, you are necessarily both called and weary. Divorce is the challenge of a lifetime. Today is a day of rest and of prayer, and ultimately of the rewards of faith. Here is my prayer for the Weary and the Called.


Dear God,

I am tired.
Enliven my body and spirit.
The journey has been long and arduous.
Let me rest for a while in an idyll.
I will get up again and proceed towards All There Is.
May Grace, not my will, be the safety of this way station.

I am ready.
Yet it is time to wait, but for a little while.
One can wait fruitfully or fidget.
There is no need to worry or complicate.
It is Sunday, a day of rest, not of labor.
See the time and place as a love letter.

I stay in this moment.
You would have me look around, listen?
See with fresh eyes what is in front of me now?
Behold the message of this space.
Rest to rejuvenate and invigorate.
Put hand to heart while the brain is hushed.

I have enlisted in this ambitious cause.
Active duty looms like the call of the nightingale.
There is tension in the air with purpose.
We will move when victory seems propitious.
There are no other arms but truth and beauty.
And surrender is our constant strategy.

Amen