”Watch and pray…”
A garden of prayer has grown around me as I sit still in the presence of fear and grief, faith and hope.
Great oaks of ancient prayer and slender saplings cry out for today’s traumas. There are ferns that cover the ground like chanted mantras and bluebells ringing in gratitude for the love poured out.
My living room has become a forest filled with prayer from this night and every night of vigil prayer throughout time. In the darkness, this night is every night before a great ordeal, a great suffering, the helplessness of dying.
And God is here, growing a garden from our prayers, surrounding us with love that we might face the next day and know that we are not alone.
