Note: First posted on April 6, 2020 under the title A-Lenten-Prayer-a-Day, Day 35, Monday in Holy Week, and, here, as the conditions to which the supplications address have not changed, only slightly revised.
On the restlessness of early morn (being a meditation on Ephesians 5.15-16)
O Lord, I awoke in this morning’s small hours upon my bed of ease with its firm mattress and clean, crisp sheets soothing the mild infirmities of my aging flesh. (Did You, O Lord, stir me from my rest?)
Rising, I was led to the window (by You, O Lord?).
There standing, further bidden (by You, O Lord?), I gazed up into Your sky; alit by Your distant vapor-veiled, full, pre-Easter Day moon and, farther still, Your winking stars.
I wondered (did You, O Lord, disturb my mind with this thought?) about the eyes of others, my sisters and my brothers of the human family in which You birthed me to share, who also gazed into Your infinite space; though not with the liberty I enjoy, but without choice, for they had no other place to be, but out-of-doors, in open-air.
The homeless, fending for themselves on dim-lit streets and darkened alleys, lacking sufficient means to inhabit abodes on avenues with names and numbered addresses called their own.
The refugees, by ruthless powers and principalities heedless of human kindness, forced, bomb-strafed, from their homes to set off across unforgiving terrain toward unfamiliar lands praying for uncertain asylum.
The abused, in fear, fleeing olden lovers, who, now, are habitual transgressors of all sense of sanctity and safety.
The fresh innocence of youth, held captive, cruelly coerced to barter their bodies to favor lustful hearts and hands.
The addicted with stung, needle-marked flesh, lolling brows and listless bodies.
And they, aye, all of us seeking shelter where, if it can be found, continuing to take care for cover under a still-hovering, crowning, morphing viral threat.
O Lord, I wish none of this was true; all of it, an ephemeral image, a dream, a nightmare from which all awaken sheltered from harm.
Alas, all and more, is true.
As true, my heart is not, cannot be tranquil.
O Lord, I beseech You, tell me what to do? What do I do? What can I do?
Endnote: Ephesians 5.15-16 (my emphasis): Be careful then how you live, not as unwise people but as wise, making the most of the time, because the days are evil. The writer’s primary point, as I interpret it, is a summons to those who follow Christ to reject the ways of their former lives. However, the crux of the word “the days are evil” strikes a resonant chord in my heart. For so much of what I behold, as I capture in this prayer, is the personification of evil; all that defies and denies God.
© 2021 PRA
3 thoughts on “A Prayer for Monday in Holy Week”
What an amazing prayer to start this Holy Week!! I woke up at 3am thinking of the significance of this week. Every night I think of all who are less fortunate than me, as I get in my bed that lifts my head and feet whenever I need it when some don’t even have a clean blanket to lie on. None of our hearts can be tranquil at this time as there is so much hate in the world right now, and not enough love. Praying for change and seeking and answer to your question of what can we do?????
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Loretta, I am struck in this instant moment — shaken to a new, a renewed awareness — with your word at the close of your reply, a word that we use again and again and again as our customary closing to our communications: Love! Love is THE answer. Thus, how do we all, consciously and consistently, reflect on how we operationalize love, unconditional benevolence that seeks to do no harm and acts to do good for others, for all, in our daily walks of life?
Thank you for this resonate word!
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YES!!!!! Love this!! It IS the word!!!
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