Seasons

Then the disciples of John came to him, saying, ‘Why do we and the Pharisees fast often, but your disciples do not fast?’ And Jesus said to them, ‘The wedding-guests cannot mourn as long as the bridegroom is with them, can they? The days will come when the bridegroom is taken away from them, and then they will fast. (Matthew 9:14-15)

Seasons

There are moments and even whole days when I feel and know you near, Blessed One. And there are days of longing when I do not feel the one thing I most need: your presence.

I hunger to be alive to your holy presence, my heart enfolded in your love, every moment of every day.

But this is not the life we lead as human souls. Instead, there are seasons of nearness and seasons when I must learn again that there is nothing I can do to make happen the very thing I most want.

I must wait for the time when your constant love is revealed to my inmost heart, moments when your nearness overwhelms every other thought and feeling, releasing the quiet, exquisite joy of simply knowing … you.

You are present always, in everything … and even in me. This, I know. You married yourself to this earth, joining your divinity to our earthly existence, a glory present in all creation and in the mystery of our own souls.

This is why I come here, to write these few words of prayer to you, that I might speak your name in hope that the blessing I most want will fill and lift me into the joy of heaven even as I live this life.

For heaven is every place and every moment you fill me. It is here and now as I spend this time alone with you.

Thank you for this time and for the seasons of our lives, for intimate moments of knowing you near … and for the moments you seem far off, telling us again how much we need you.

David L. Miller