Thursday, May 20, 2010

Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark.

Mahatma Ghandi said "Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of one's weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart.” That is why I think I have hesitated to even journal to myself the past few weeks. I am afraid all my words would have been said without the heart of artless, virgin love that would set them fragrantly aflame, pleasing to the Lord.
I do have a heart without words right now, but my charter comes from Saint Augustine: "Pray as though everything depended on God. Work as though everything depended on you." I intended to read a lot the next few weeks; study is easy though and right prayer is hard, so I will push up my sleeves, tie up my hair and try.

Monday, May 03, 2010

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

Maya Angelou


Love has left His high holy temple, and we are now the place in which He abides, if we will abide in Him.