Poet Elizabeth Rooney reminds us that the purpose of our prayer must always be to “come to be true to Him”:
Gardens Even in hot dry lands Gardens are cool at dawn, Heavy with dew, Expectant, Anointing with their fragrance Those who come On heavy-hearted errands For the dead.
They had spent the Sabbath in grief And in wondering why. Now in the waning dark, Timorous, faithful, Reassuring each other, They came to be true to Him. And there in the quiet green, The universe opened around them.
Blessings from the MMOC Contemplative Core Team as you take hold of the new life of Easter!