March did what March inevitably does every year. A week ago we walked around the block in shirt sleeves under a sunny sky. Today neighborhood daffodils and crocuses bravely stood their ground as rain turned to ice. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?
Back and forth. Determinedly moving ahead and then sliding backwards. Opportunities embraced and opportunities missed. Resolutions made and resolutions broken. Lent is much like this. Life is much like this.
And yet, if we listen carefully we hear a small voice within ever reminding and ever encouraging, drawing us onward, forward, toward the light. Lent’s like that too.
If there is truly “good news,” then surely it is this – it’s never too late, never past a point of no return, never the time to “throw in the towel” as far as God is concerned.
And if so, even the fifth week of Lent is not too late. Begin again, try again, return to prayer if only for a moment, say I’m sorry and forget, say you’re forgiven and move on, say “I love you” and mean it.
In that spirit and in this season, I offer the following:
Prayer by Marie Howe
Every day I want to speak with you. And every day something more important calls for my attention—the drugstore, the beauty products, the luggage.
I need to buy for the trip. Even now I can hardly sit here
among the falling piles of paper and clothing, the garbage trucks outside already screeching and banging.
The mystics say you are as close as my own breath. Why do I flee from you?
My days and nights pour through me like complaints and become a story I forgot to tell.
Help me. Even as I write these words I am planning to rise from the chair as soon as I finish this sentence.
Don’t rise. Stay seated. Allow God to finish the sentence which is your life!
“Prayer” from The Kingdom of Ordinary Time by Marie Howe. Copyright © 2008 by Marie Howe.