Prayer for Wandering in the Desert

I have not sought this desert,

nor have I chosen to travel alone

in scorching heat by day, in sudden freeze at night.

How long must I walk this barren place?

Old desires shimmer in the distance, only to disappear. 

Nothing is what it seems.

Voices echo, silenced by shifting sand,

and I carry the silence within me. 

Is this your voice now in the wind, in the shadows of evening,

in pale streaks of morning?  Is this your hand that moves over

this place, carving shelter from rock? 

Here find water, hidden away,

flowers blooming bright red:

tiny flames in the wilderness.

See, I am to be found even here, in heat shimmer,

cacti, seas of sand.  I am the cloud by day, cooling you, weary traveler.

At night, I gather the darkness and breathe upon it.  There!  I am the fire by night!

Someday I will flood this place with water.  Trees will grow by the river. 

Flowers will unfurl from hidden seeds.  You will see.

But now, you must walk in this place.  

--Text this week:  Luke 4.  Jesus wandering in the desert.  I love the beauty of the desert but I have NEVER liked the idea of wandering there, like our church mothers and fathers, and I hate the idea of hiking by myself in a desert.  It sounds terrifying, especially because I feel like depression and sadness create such deserts for us--and those are hard places to walk patiently.  I love the image of God appearing in a cloud by day and a fire by night--this comfort in such a stark place by day, this hope and sense of direction by night.

Prayer: Throw Me Into Being

God, what am I asking of you?

Remake me as you once did

when you hefted a shovelful of clay from a garden

and threw me into being.

Knead me with your knuckles

Smooth me with your palms

Sprinkle water on my stiff, dry edges

Love me again as a creator loves.

God, this is what I ask:

Charge me with the anticipation

of being created, of falling and rising

under your hands, turning as in a dance

until I am new.

Prayer: What I Want Today is Silence

What I'm asking for today is silence,
a respite from cacophony:
You are not good enough
Just try harder
Try harder
Do better
You need to do more

God, blow each voice away like withered seeds from your palm.
Do not let them lie there in my soul.  Do not let them spread roots of hatred inside me.

Instead, empty me.
But do not hollow me and leave me aching.

Instead, clear me as the wind clears a summer sky;
Let me feel your breeze in every hot, stifled corner.

Smooth me empty as the grey sea before dawn, waiting for the first shot of daylight.
Let me feel the sun rise and spread; let me glitter with a hundred points of light.

What I want today is silence,
To be a stone in your palm,
so that when you speak, I will hear.

--klc

 --Thanks to Ken Cockroft for the photo: 'Stones of Puget Sound'