Is it not enough
That I have survived?
That You have never
Turned away from me?
Life shrinks daily
A wrenching letting go
Of many things
Masks and pandemic protocols
Shroud me in a deathlike dream
From which I cannot wake
Before the next stanza
Takes me down
The sun is out today, though the air is still below freezing. White mounds of snow look like small mountain tops invading the back yard. The birds are basking in chilly sun, taking their turns at the birdfeeder.
I sit in my kitchen, an onlooker to life, wondering how and when things went sour.
Then again, this is the first Sunday in Lent. My heart tells me it’s time review what I’m giving up yet again for Lent. No, it hasn’t gotten any easier to say this prayer. Especially the last line.
I let go my desire for security and survival.
I let go my desire for esteem and affection.
I let go my desire for power and control.
I let go my desire to change the situation.
Quoted by Cynthia Bourgeault in Centering Prayer and Inner Awakening, p. 147 (Cowley Publications 2004)
I wonder what Jesus of Nazareth felt and thought as he approached his coming death?
Praying for an accepting heart and a grateful spirit.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 21 February 2021
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