Prayer, like love, needs no words. There are exquisite moments, silver quick and piercing, that lovers' eyes exchange. Wordless sentience flashes with laser beam intensity. Long after the flash, reverberations resonate and are replayed deep within the mind and heart and spirit.
No words are needed. There are no words for certain moments. And yet, something deep within human nature presses for expression. What is that energy that relentlessly whirls and pushes and cries out for release? A tea kettle must whistle or it will blow its lid. Food overheated in a microwave spits itself out in reaction to the intensity of over-excited molecular agitation.
Some race, some wage war, some paint, some sing, some build, some destroy, some drink, some dance, some text, some tweet. It is human nature at its core that is driven to express itself. It is the very Creator of the universe within each human being continuously expressing herself to all of creation. When stimulated, the essence of love expands. The more open one's heart, the lighter the touch necessary to trigger the reaction.
It is worth the effort to endure the pain and conflict in life that purifies our hearts, each such moment granting God access to excavate the hardness of our hearts and fill them with Her/His light. Our hearts become like Morning Glories, opening obediently, happily and lovingly to the daily dawning of the Light of the World within us.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
Sky Openings
The photo at the bottom of this blog is from my deck in Sandestin. I like openings, like this one in the evening sky.
Thomas Merton's photography makes an interesting study. I like his God's Hook photo of a barn hook hanging idly which reminded him how God got His hook in him.
When I was on retreat a few years ago at Our Lady of Grace (IN), I took a photo of a silo with its top door open toward the sky. It reminded me of how I wish to always keep a part of me open to God and His love/grace/outpourings/Spirit.
The opening in the clouds of the sunset below had the same effect on my mind... opening to His love, His presence, His healing, His will.
Thomas Merton's photography makes an interesting study. I like his God's Hook photo of a barn hook hanging idly which reminded him how God got His hook in him.
When I was on retreat a few years ago at Our Lady of Grace (IN), I took a photo of a silo with its top door open toward the sky. It reminded me of how I wish to always keep a part of me open to God and His love/grace/outpourings/Spirit.
The opening in the clouds of the sunset below had the same effect on my mind... opening to His love, His presence, His healing, His will.
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