One day Saint
Therese of Jesus
in a moment of
closeness to Jesus
introduced herself
by saying:
“I am Therese of Jesus,”
and Jesus came back
with these words,
“I am Jesus of
Therese.”
Salt Figurine
The salt figurine wandered
over the earth
until it came to the seam
where it remained
lost in contemplation of
that huge mass
of swirling water that it
had never seen.
“Who are you?” it finally
asked the sea.
“Come on in and see,” said
the sea with a
smile.
Without further ado; it
entered the sea,
and the deeper it went, the
more it dissolved
until only a tiny amount of
its body was left.
Just before being
completely dissolved,
the figurine exclaimed,
“Now I know who you are!”
Disclosure
Prayer is like
watching for the
Kingfisher. All we
can do is
Be where he is
likely to appear and
Wait.
Often, nothing much
happens;
There is space,
silence and
Expectancy.
No visible sign,
only the
Knowledge that he's
been there,
And may come again.
Seeing or not seeing
cease to matter,
You have been
prepared,
But sometimes when
you've almost
Stopped expecting it
A flash of brightness
Gives encouragement.
From Candles and
Kingfishers  Ann Lewin
God's
first language is silence. Silence is magic. Beautiful things happen in the
quiet. Flowers bloom, stars twinkle, grass grows, snow falls...
Billie Trinidad, in The Philippine Star,
Supreme
God, your light is brighter than the sun, your purity whiter than mountain
snow, you are present wherever I go. All people of wisdom praise you
So
I too put faith in all your words, knowing that everything you teach is true.
Neither the angels in heaven nor the demons in hell, can know the perfection of
your wisdom, for it is beyond all understanding. Only your Spirit knows you; only
you can know your true self.
You
are the source of all being, the power of all power, the ruler of all
creatures. So you alone understand what you are. In your mercy reveal to me all
that I need to know, in order to find peace and joy.
Tell
me the truths that are necessary for the world in which I live. Show me how I
can meditate upon you, learning from you the wisdom that I need. I am never
tired of hearing you, because your words bring life.                                             Â
A Hindu prayer
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,
Unuttered or expressed;
The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.
Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear
The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.
Prayer is the simplest form of
speech
That infant lips can try;
Prayer the sublimest strains that reach
The Majesty on high.
James
Montgomery, 1818 – first 3 verses