How is it that I imagine
(Though it seems I often do)
That I could ever out-love God?
Somehow I think that I must remind God
To pay attention to those I love
And respond in the ways I would direct.
I hang on to those urgent, begging prayers
As if they are lifelines
As if their path is the only one worth walking.
And in that clinging urgency, I lose the opportunity
To join the deeper, fuller love that God
Is always, already, pouring forth.
When will I learn that true prayer
Is the place where I find God’s love welling up within me
And where I send it forth into the world?
Prayer stitches my soul into the fabric of life as it is
Adding one more fiber to the tapestry of love that God is weaving
And learning to rejoice as it unfolds.