I just spent twenty minutes with head bowed down,
seeking my God in contemplative prayer.
But mind hopped around like a rodeo clown
so much, I surely chased God out of there.
Or maybe not. Perhaps He still abided,
despite my discombobulated brain.
When intent and limitation collided,
perhaps He deemed intent the better claim.
I just spent twenty minutes with head bowed down,
seeking my God in contemplative prayer.
But mind hopped around like a rodeo clown
so much, I surely chased God out of there
Or maybe not. Perhaps He still abided,
despite my discombobulated brain.
When intent and limitation collided,
perhaps He deemed intent the better claim.
Is this not the quintessence of our Savior?

That, knowing every wart and scar and sin,
notwithstanding frequent misbehavior,
yet still He calls for us to enter in?

Dear God
Surprising lover of my gaps:
What goodness you create
With humble scraps!
What goodness you create
With humble scraps!