My Time of Prayer is Finished
My time of prayer is finished
trailing its ashes like an incense stick
burned to the end.
Quiet my mind
before it passes judgement on this prayer,
my gift of time to you.
How can I judge its worth
this struggle to still my mind in you,
my efforts to feel your presence in my prayers?
Only you can judge the simple song of love
sung in the noisy chambers of my heart,
often drowned by the wail of fear
or the sweaty shouts of work that must be done.
You, my hidden Friend, waited in patience
as memories called from the past
and future prospects clamoured for attention
filling my mind with yesterdays and tomorrows,
stealing my sense of your presence.
As I prepare to go about my work today,
may my intention to live in your present moment
be the pattern for this day and my life.
With your help, may I forever do
only one thing at a time –
always in communion with you, my Beloved,
with all my heart and mind and soul.