Keeping my heart open today
Nov. 3rd, 2006 10:56 amI read recently that prayer is an attitude of the heart that can transform every activity. We cannot say prayers at all times, but we can have a prayerful attitude as we go about our day, doing ordinary things, keeping our heart open and letting every thought become words of intercession and of supplication. In that way, we really can be in prayer at all times.
So, while I go about my day -- whether it be packing boxes, writing emails, helping Hubby put a new ceiling in the bathroom at our house, or raking leaves, I shall be doing it while praying for all my dear ones who have needs. And I do mean ALL my dear ones. What I can't accomplish by plain words or virtual hugs or by being there in person, I shall try to manage with fervent prayer and by keeping my heart open.
So, while I go about my day -- whether it be packing boxes, writing emails, helping Hubby put a new ceiling in the bathroom at our house, or raking leaves, I shall be doing it while praying for all my dear ones who have needs. And I do mean ALL my dear ones. What I can't accomplish by plain words or virtual hugs or by being there in person, I shall try to manage with fervent prayer and by keeping my heart open.
Words For It
by Julia Cameron
I wish I could take language
And fold it like cool, moist rags.
I would lay words on your forehead.
I would wrap words on your wrists.
“There, there,” my words would say –
Or something better.
I would ask them to murmur,
“Hush” and “Shh,shhh, it’s all right.”
I would ask them to hold you all night.
I wish I could take language
And daub and soothe and cool
Where fever blisters and burns,
Where fever turns yourself against you.
I wish I could take language
And heal the words that were the wounds
You have no names for.
[Thanks to
estellye for sharing with me this poem.]
by Julia Cameron
I wish I could take language
And fold it like cool, moist rags.
I would lay words on your forehead.
I would wrap words on your wrists.
“There, there,” my words would say –
Or something better.
I would ask them to murmur,
“Hush” and “Shh,shhh, it’s all right.”
I would ask them to hold you all night.
I wish I could take language
And daub and soothe and cool
Where fever blisters and burns,
Where fever turns yourself against you.
I wish I could take language
And heal the words that were the wounds
You have no names for.
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