MORNING PAPER PRAYERS

MORNING PAPER PRAYERS

Morning prayers begin
With two solitary acts.
First, I inhale gratitude

and say Thanks!

For the gift of another day.

And then
I walk out on my driveway
And pick up
My New York Times.

A fresh hot cup of
Homemade mocha
In hand,
I sit in my
Meditation chair,
Today’s magical paper in hand,
And I breathe it all in.

Page after page,
I observe,
I witness.
I encounter
Images and stories
About my
Global family.

I stroll into
Each
Poignant, prestigious
Page.
I bi-locate into the pictures,
I imagine myself
Being with the people,
With the animals,
Amidst picturesque scenes and
Swallowed by tragedy.

Day after day,
As I sit with my paper,
I always feel
Something…
Behind and beyond
All the
fashion,
The
absurdities,
The
Wins and losses,
Oppressors and oppressed—
Greed and generosity,
Hidden and obvious
On every page—
My inner eyes
bi-locate me to
Another Horizon.

I sense a divine-human drama
Choreographed by
Truth and Trickster.
I enter into
Spectacular scenes of
Glory, faithfulness, Tragedy,
Raw and rare courage.

I see
Foreign and familiar
Smiles and surprises;
I see
Complete foolishness
And insatiable clamoring;
I observe the
News and views
And clues
Of my
Global family.

Everyday
Vivid scenes change,
One after another.

Middle East updates,
Washington’s latest plight,
Lifting a soldier
Out of harms way,
another murder, another fire;
Duke wins, Duke loses,
Conservative right, Liberal left,
Wall-Mart and Wall Street,
The dance continues,
Obscurities and clarity…
Turn the page.

Race horsing and
NFL concussions…
Enslaved children
And starving refugees…
Instantly out of sight and
Out of mind…
Turn the page.

Its all in
My morning paper—
with anorexic models…
Sumptuous mansions…
Exquisitely tasteful recipes…
Musicals and plays…
Horoscopes, movies and puzzles…
Today’s weather…
and the Dow—
All trumpeting their latest whims
For
Us, the world’s wealthy few.

Day in and day out,
our
Wall Street Journals
and New York Times,
Offer partial perspectives
Of our global village.

I put my paper down,
Breathe it all in…
And surrender
Into Silent Stillness
And meditation,
Where I wait
For Wisdom’s compassion
And the grace
To sort
And serve
From my little place
In God’s World.

Wauconda
June 4, 2014

KEEP ON ASKING

KEEP ON ASKING

Even when your heart
Is numbed
From
Repeated bombardments
Of loss
And grief
And betrayal…
Keep on asking.

Even when you are
Exhausted and threadbare,
Exasperated
at being
Responsible enough…
Keep on knocking.

And when there is
No hand to hold you,
No ear to hear
Your cloistered cry,
No strength to
Change anything…
Keep on exploring.

Wait in hope
when hope
seems lost;
Your persistence
In waiting
And taking
one timely step…
Even when
The wall looms
High and thick
And despairing…
Makes
The difference.

Keep on asking.
Keep on seeking.
Keep on exploring.

August 5, 2012,
Hal Edwards