Karen C sent this to me via email after Satruday's meeting. It is something that resonates with her, and maybe it will strike a chord with you.
Prayer is often something we struggle with, we often are too distracted by so many other things, that even taking time to pray we need to ask for help to pray. I know that I have been there.
PRAYER by Marie Howe
Every day I want to speak with you. And everyday something more important calls for my attention-the drugstore, the beauty products, the luggage.
I need to buy for the trip.
Even now I can hardly sit here
Among the falling piles of paper and clothing, the garbage trucks outside
Already screeching and banging.
The mystics say you are as close as my own breath.
Why do I flee from you?
My days and nights pour though me like complaints
And become a story I forgot to tell.
Help me. Even as I write these words I am planning
To rise from the chair as soon as I finish this sentence
Blessings as you begin a new week.
Di
