Being Prayer

 

Lord, it is summer,
a time to pause from the busyness
to remember who we are.
Make us lie down in green pastures,
feel the grass pushing up against us,
so that we might know its blessing.
Remind us, as we lie there on our backs,
that we are made of earth--
formed of the same holy stuff
of sunflowers and squirrels,
golfinches and fireflies,
creatures of your delight!
And yet we gaze into the heavens,
marvel with wonder at clouds
in a thousand shifting shapes
as they sail like ships across the sky,
before giving way to singing night
and the ancient mystery of stars.
And then we dream of wings.
Spirit and flesh,
wind and earth,
longing and love,
we are yours.
Make us lie down
in the breathing place
between earth and heaven,
and be.

 

--Timothy Haut, June 23, 2013