Sunday mornings at Kenilworth Union in a normal year typically involve the crush of the crowd, the doorways a complicated matrix of families and individuals entering for worship and Sunday School, ushers, greeters, joyful friends all saying hello, and updating one another on their lives. I miss that “buzz.”
Yet when you ask people what they have appreciated about these strange days is the chance to slow down, the chance to be quiet, the chance to rearrange life to include a different kind of time alone with God. I resonate with this prayer below, with the connection between God and “all growing things,” and for the sense that God is present as we go outdoors. I also love that last line, “to talk with the one that I belong to.” We belong to God, and, I think, we are inclined to notice that belonging, when we have those sacred times alone to notice and “be.”
Let us pray:
Grant me the ability to be alone,
May it be my custom to go outdoors each day
Among the trees and grasses,
Among all growing things
And there may I be alone,
And enter into prayer
To talk with the one
That I belong to.
—Rabbi Nachman of Bratzlav, 1772–1810
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