A WINTER WONDERLAND
PSALM
The ancient
psalmist plucked his strings and sang a sentence sprung from you: "Be
still and know that I am God"
Be still, my
soul, like a winter landscape which is wrapped in the white prayer shawl of
silent snow fringed with icy threads.
Sit still, 0
my body, like an icy pond frozen at attention, at rest yet alert
Be still, my
gypsy mind, from your whirling like a perpetual gyroscope, constantly restless,
ever on the move.
Endlessly
you rove on a nomadic quest, roaming the roads of my Egoland, visiting its
likes and dislikes, a Disneyland of distorted discriminations. Ceaselessly you
visit its sacred shrines of self-righteous beliefs and its numerous forts of
fears.
Be still, my
being, so that, like Lewis Carroll's Alice, you may, with grace, find the tiny,
hidden doorway that leads to Wonderland.
Be still so
that you can discover slowly, day by day, that God and you are one, to know in
that Wonder-of-Wonderlands who you really are.
Edward Hays.
Prayers for a Planetary Pilgrim: A Personal Manual for Prayer and Ritual
(Kindle Locations 1135-1140). Kindle Edition.
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