Sunday Prayer
Come and sit beside me for a moment, Nameless One. I feel lonely and I wish to be near to You. First, the "thank you"s. Thank you for life, for another day, and for the birds chirping yet again their praises to You in the trees. Thank you for an evening with my daughters, for hammocks, and for ice cream. Thank you for the majesty of the lake that sometimes frightens me with its depths, echoing of the numinous awe your holy presence brings to my consciousness. The starting place of all faith: the awe and fear and reverence of You. Forgive me for the many times I because haughty, stiff-necked, proud, and dismissive of You and of life. The old cartoon of the angel and the demon on each shoulder does depict a reality: we all have good and evil within ourselves, and we all can make the choice each day -- even each moment -- to heed the gentle, inviting whisper of the Good or to fall, as we are so very prone to do, into an abyss of despair. We give the doubts to You,