Transfigured

 They were called up to the mountain top

to sit with him in prayer,

in the coolness of the evening

brought by quiet breezes there.

Birds prepared for darkness

as they prayed with him in song,

but to weary eyes and burdened minds

the call for sleep was strong.

They nearly missed the holy

that was heavy in that place.

Slumbering as he prayed alone

and God's glory filled his face.

Unless we stir to wakefulness

and wait with him in prayer,

unless our souls long to know

we will miss the holy here.

"Be still and know that I am God.

Be still and watch and see.

Be still and touch what is divine.

Be still and pray with me."

Silent Prayer

 Come into my arms weary one.

Lay your head upon my breast.

Hear the heartbeat of life.

See how my face shines with love.

God's love for you...for all.

This world is a hard place for those who love.

But I beckon you to come

sit with me here in silent prayer.

Not with the language of human words

but with the deep unknown language within.

There in that moment we will be one,

and together we will walk down the mountain

back into the world

and love.