June 07, 2024 – B

Prayers to an Unknown God

In the silence that waits for us to know what's what,
we know only what we have been told to know
and what we want,
but what wants us, we haven't a clue.
And so we pray to the silence:

Teach us to be quiet and still,
empty and open
to all that is with us here, now,
waiting for us to be receptive
to the wonder of not-knowing-
and-knowing-that-we-know-not.

Help us to be as empty as the space between breaths,
as unknowing as a baby fresh from the womb,
as open as the sky beyond the earth
and the cosmos beyond the sky,
as reflective as a puddle of water,
as present as the flame with the candle,
as simple as a smile,
as intent as a bird looking for material to build a nest,
as plain as a shadow,
as still as the night,
true to our original nature,
aware of our inherent virtues/virtuosities,
at one with our intrinsic intuition,
that we might know what we know
about what's what
and what is called for,
and do what needs to be done
in each situation as it arises,
for the joy of doing it
and the satisfaction of having done it,
with the gifts at our disposal,
and nothing at stake in the outcome
beyond being at one with the wonder of life and being,
dancing with the day's deliveries
now and forever.
Amen. Amen.

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