“Prayer is the light of the spirit, and the spirit, raised up to heaven by prayer, clings to God with the utmost tenderness. Like a child crying tearfully for its mother, it craves the milk that God provides. Prayer also stands before God as an honored ambassador. It gives joy to the spirit, peace to the heart. I speak of prayer, not words. It is the longing for God, love too deep for words, a gift not given by humans, but by God’s grace.”—John Chrysostom
Today is one of those days when thoughts won’t go together. I have waited for inspiration and jotted down a note or two but nothing hangs together. I long for something, but what, I don’t know. Sometimes when this happens, I look through old things I have written. This is from a couple of years ago and it touches my heart again today. I think this is where I am finding myself.
“I love this picture of my nephew and his granddaughter. Something about it touches my heart and I can feel the longing and love between them. There is a mystical quality about the light, too, almost like the sunbeams are bouncing off particles and dancing around the room which is filled with Presence. I love the little heart that is superimposed on the picture. The love between the two is all that is known in this moment. She has come for a visit and will go home, back east I think, in a day or two. There is a touch of sadness here that I also sense because of this. This moment of love and embrace is suspended outside of time and I feel tears in my eyes when I think of the parting that will come.
“I am reminded of the soul and God when I look at this. I am reminded of prayer. I am reminded of being held in Jesus’ arms and words are not necessary. Only love. Only trust. The soul is safe where it belongs and God, while holding her, knows the love and feels the pain of the separation that will come when she leaves this time of embrace. He does not want her to go even though he knows that she will. The soul will also feel the separation when she is not in his arms.” – A Friday Meditation, 26 Sep 2015 (revised), dlw
There is a song running through my mind that tells of the desire of the soul. It dances around the room with the light. The words are:
“Come down, O Love divine, seek thou this soul of mine, and visit it with thine own ardor glowing; O comforter, draw near, within my heart appear, and kindle it, thy holy flame bestowing.
“O let it freely burn, till earthly passions turn to dust and ashes in its heat consuming; and let thy glorious light shine ever on my sight, and clothe me round, the while my path illuming.
“And so the yearning strong, with which the soul will long, shall far out-pass the power of human telling; for none can guess its grace, till Love create a place where in the Holy Spirit makes a dwelling.”—HYMNBOOK 1982
Be blessed today, dear ones, with yearning strong.