Close my eyes that I might see

Holy Lord,

You came to me
When I was in labor with my daughter.
I didn’t understand Your presence then.
Only later did I know it was You.
But there You were,
Holding my hand,
Helping me breathe,
Helping me manage the pains of childbirth.

I remember closing my eyes,
Needing desperately to disregard,
Shut out somehow,
All the distractions in the world around me.

It was a holy time.
Just You and me, Lord.

And later, in the days just after she was born,
I was certain that a blissful life
Would be one of birth upon birth upon birth,
As I relived again and again
That precious time of creation with You.

All these years later I realize
I still feel Your presence most fully
When my eyes are closed.
I guess the devil has just one less way
To distract me
And separate me from You.

Cover my ears, too, Lord,
That I am lifted from the noise and clamor
Just outside this holy place You are creating in me.
Cover my ears,
That I might only hear Your voice.
Shelter my ears, so I hear only
Your choirs of angels,
Singing holy hymns of Your beauty.

And close my mouth, Lord,
That the confusion and chaos of my day
Cannot take form and flow in free-fall,
Like vomit from my mouth.
Silence my lips
That Your presence in me
Is not drowned by the flood
Of our world’s corruption.

Allow Your Holy Spirit to live within me,
To fill me so fully that there’s room for naught else.
To soar in adoration of You,
To be lifted, if only for a moment,
To experience, if only fleetingly,
That holy heaven of Triune love
Shared between You and Your Son.

Help me Father to offer You
A pure and clean and holy sheet,
Free of the sights and sounds
And the furies of this world,
On which to record Your words for me.

And, if it is Your will, holy Lord,
Let me hear Your still, small voice
Calling me, beckoning me to come,
Sit a while with You,
Be with You, and
Rest in the warmth of Your love.

The light of this holy night

Scattered desire
Life on hold
Only one passion
Only You, precious Lord.

Suspended desire
Detached from care
Patient, peaceful rest,
Faithful in prayer.

Lone contemplation
Separate, at rest,
Filled full with Your grace,
Grateful and blessed.

Blood pours from Your wounds.
Tumult rages unspent.
Obscuring Your face
Hoards filled with dissent.

Come Holy Spirit.
Fill us with Your breath
Lead us to life everlasting
Only in death.

In death of our pride
In death our ego
Knowing the source of our good
As we confidently go.

Knowing to whom we belong
For whom we were made
Whose love conquers fear
Whose table is laid.

Come Holy Spirit
Fill us with Your light
Lead us through the darkness
Of this holy night.

Precious love

Holy Spirit, that perfect love between God, our Father, and Jesus, His fully human, fully divine Son.

A love in which the child adores, trusts implicitly, honors and obeys the Father,
While the Father cherishes His Child with affection
So sweet,
So precious,
Filled with protection and guidance,
Support and loving correction.

As we watch from a distance,
The Father’s and Child’s eyes meet.
He seals his love with a kiss on the Son’s forehead.
The Son wraps His little fingers around His Father’s finger,
Shuts His eyes, falling into an innocent, trusting sleep.

And in a deep shared sigh,
Father and Son release their collective breath,
The Son, warm and secure in the Father’s arms.
The Father, relaxed, confident, at peace,
Even as he is forever more at watch over the Son.

Fill us today, Holy Lord, with Your loving Spirit.