May we learn how to wait
And not run away
May we discover in the darkness
The uncontrollable truth at the heart of all things
May we let go of our ideas of God
And our ideas about ourselves
May we let go of our precious wounds
And be open to unexpected healing
May we let go of our desire to matter
And stay with ourselves
May we let go of our compulsion to describe God
And stay with the mysterious presence of Christ
May we not be afraid
When nothing is happening
May we not be ground to zero
By the empty ache
May we not be too proud
To receive love when it comes
Like a child's tears falling
On the lonely dryness of a prayer that seems to be going nowhere
(this was initially written for advent, with a couple of phrases stolen from Rowan Williams)
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