Divine and Dusty: Embodied Prayers for Lent

Saturday, February 20, 2021


Katie Snipes Lancaster

Love your enemies, do good, and lend, expecting nothing in return. Luke 6:35

Now I become myself. It’s taken
Time, many years and places;
I have been dissolved and shaken,
Worn other people’s faces,
Run madly, as if Time were there,
Terribly old, crying a warning,
“Hurry, you will be dead before—”
(What? Before you reach the morning?
Or the end of the poem is clear?
Or love safe in the walled city?)
Now to stand still, to be here,
Feel my own weight and density!
The black shadow on the paper
Is my hand; the shadow of a word
As thought shapes the shaper
Falls heavy on the page, is heard.
All fuses now, falls into place
From wish to action, word to silence,
My work, my love, my time, my face
Gathered into one intense
Gesture of growing like a plant.
As slowly as the ripening fruit
Fertile, detached, and always spent,
Falls but does not exhaust the root,
So all the poem is, can give,
Grows in me to become the song,
Made so and rooted so by love.
Now there is time and Time is young.
O, in this single hour I love
All of myself and do not move.
I, the pursued, who madly ran,
Stand still, stand still, and stop the sun!
—May Sarton, “Now I Become Myself”

O Deep Time
Yearning God of Forever-Now
Steady the stillness.
Gather us in with a gesture of peace.
Let us expect nothing but the rise and fall of your presence, every breath a gift.

February 20, 2021

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