As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God (Psalm 42.1-2)
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they will be filled (Matthew 5.6)
Kneeling with lifted hands,
the pain of brittle knee
matching my anguish of Your Absence;
waiting,
waiting for You, O God;
the air, swirling silently ‘round me, the invisible staircase of Your breath
aching to echo the footfalls of Your coming.
Maranâ thâ‘!
Where, O God, are You?
I pray You,
satiate my soul’s hunger,
slake my soul’s thirst…
Ah, You are in the silence,
You are the Silence.
I quiet my pleas to match Your Presence.
Paul,
Love the silence / waiting in silence. Maybe we aren’t supposed to hear God coming. For me, silence includes patience and I just try to rely on my faith to get me through while I wait. Except for at church long ago, I rarely pray on my knees but I may try that again…because doing so certainly would focus me on the prayer and on God and less on myself.
Much Love
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Loretta, for years now, many years, once I learned that kneeling was an individual prayer-posture and that standing, for centuries, had and has been the posture for public worship, I have taken to kneeling in my private prayer-times (though, yes, in many places, Epiphany, Laurens, being one, people are accustomed to kneeling for corporate prayer). And when I kneel, I usually close my eyes, lest I be distracted by what I see or the various changes in light so, as you write, to “focus me on the prayer and on God and less on myself.” Now, if only I could turn my mind off!
Love
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