I have yet to find the words I want to say, But all the time I’ve been praying, God. So perhaps for me, right now, Praying with words isn’t the best way to pray.
We don’t always know what to say, And so we um and ah and second guess Whatever words we find in the moment. We can’t always hold back the tears, And so we pause, breathe, cough, try to utter something intelligible without breaking down. We can’t fit the molds we construct for ourselves, And when we try to no avail, we simply reveal Just how human we actually are. God, Creator of Humanity, Show us how to embrace the very humanness we hide, For those moments that reveal how human we are Overflow with your spirit and grace.
Gentle Spirit, source of inner peace, I rejoice in the moments when I sense your presence And feel a sense of calm. Even when my mind is so full of thoughts, Even when my days are so full of tasks, You whisper to me. You’re whispering in the words of friends, the kindness of another, the warmth of a community, and the creativity within me, In musical phrases, joyful celebrations, deep conversations, and moments of laughter. I hear your whispers in the tranquility of raindrops landing gently upon the ground. You draw me into the present moment, God, and oh, am I grateful. Amen.