Melting into my white chair
Relaxing tensed shoulders
Breathing deeply, limp-limbed
Letting my chin fall
Exhaling one long “ahhh.”

Thanks for the reminder that life is prayer
A sacrament of surrender lived at peace with You

Images of days gone by parade past
Days when prayer was activity all its own–
and I bore its weight
Not doing it well or
Not doing it enough or
God forbid
Not getting to it at all

Faces appear living and moving and having being within the faded framework.
Bent shoulders
Shallow, rapid breathing
Searching eyes, manic movement
High-pitched voices
Tell the anxious tale

All this clawing to get more You
To enter You
When you have fully come to us
And entered us
With Your rest

May the people say
“Amen.”