Tuesday Prayer for 6/12/12

(inspired by Mark 4:26-34)

Dear God:

There are days these words flow out.  I am in their way and I know it.  Prayer gets me out of the way.  

My words and your words play like dogs let loose.  They run around and yip and yap and run and dodge and chase 

and then rest 

and sleep in the sun.

But other days...

“Mother Teresa was once asked,
‘When you pray, what do you say to God?’

She replied, ‘I don’t talk, I listen.’

‘Ah. What does God say to you?’

‘He doesn’t talk. He listens.’”

This may be wise 

but

it is 

not 

comforting.

I listen with eyes closed 

and I am not always sure 

you are still there.

I am listening because I am empty and that 

silence 

echoes 

itself.

(I listen and only hear the rattle

of some

wind

blown

tiny

seed.)

Amen.

6/5/12: Yes

(Inspired by Mark 3:20-35)

Dear God:

(deep breath)

...

Ruach.

Pneuma.

Spirit.

(deep breath)

...

Ruach.

Pneuma.

Spirit.

(deep breath)

...

Yes.
...

Amen.