The practice of contemplative prayer in the face of distraction
So here in the midst of the world
With all its present pain and madness
You are not the sponge soaking up carbon emissions
Rather you are the channel of God‟s peace
Let that peace arise within you
Deeper than the sea of your own need or desire
Let that peace be a purity
A swept room
A tidied house
A simple order
An inner spaciousness
A forgiven, merciful place
Released from clawing need
Let go of the castles you have dug for yourself in the churned sand
Be washed flat by the beauty of the incoming waves
Let God‟s goodness in
Like a sparkling incoming tide
Smoothing the sand
And leaving a sheen of silver
Now you have cleared your near distance of the debris of your mind
See the expanse
Where heaven and earth meet
And all, all from east to west
From north to south
Is filled with light
Richard Carter
From ‘The City is my Monastery’
published by Canterbury Press ISBN: 9781786222138
© Used with permission. August 2024 Magazine.

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