My Prayer Hears Your Prayer

Painting; Riverdale Park in Cabbagetown by Kevin McEvenue

My Prayer Hears Your Prayer  is in response to Elizabeth’s  “It Is for This.” It is the power of her voice, the tone of the sound, that is so healing to my soul.  My body instantly awakens to her tone of voice even before the words are felt.

I am just allowing Elizabeth’s prayer to be heard and felt inside me. And the words that seem to awaken something deeper in me are this expression that she keeps repeating:  it is for this. It is for this. It is for this.
And each time I hear that repetition, it touches me even more deeply because I know that sound.  I can feel that sound, and I can feel myself.
That is what Elizabeth has awakened in me, too—that sense of me that knows who I am.  What I am.
And I love the feel of it.  I love being awakened when I hear someone else is there too. It gives me a sense of myself that feels totally satisfying.  It is a feeling of love.
I am Love.
I live, love in my whole body.
It is me.
This is who I am.
Amen.

Something more came to me from listening to Elizabeth say what was there for her, and how deeply that awakened something in me. It is as though her sound, her voice, her expression, awakened a sense of myself from inside–like awakening a tuning fork of who I am.

My Prayer Hears your Prayer

Who I really am, resonating with the sense of who she is–who she really is. That sense of divine love in her and a sense of loving in me.
And I felt so appreciative that she did this.  That she spoke this.  That she shared her prayer with me. It enabled me to find myself.  And also a sense of appreciation that seemed to follow naturally. I am so glad you are in my life.  A thank-you kind of appreciation.

And then there was a slight pause… a kind of not knowing of where my body would want to go with this next…this feeling inside of me that seemed to be expanding in some way that felt unfamiliar. I was becoming more somehow–maybe more me?
But something else as well. And I felt curious about that because it was happening in parts of me that felt new–like an expression of expansion in my forebrain. Feeling the resistance to that and then wondering what that was and what it could be and how that was for me.

And then there is a sense of sadness. She’s not me. There’s me, and then there’s you. And I really don’t know how to hold both. I know me, and I can feel me, but I don’t know you. And there’s something missing here, and I didn’t know how to cross that. And it felt sad and a little lonely…and curious… like there is a wanting in me that I didn’t know how to meet.

So I just let that be there for a minute or two.  Feeling her, then feeling me, feeling the not-knowing about how to be with the situation.
But something more came in me in the sense that something seemed to be expanding me in a way that I did not understand. And I wondered what that was about.  I have a sense of me, and I have a sense of you. I know me,  I don’t know you, and yet my body is expanding in some way that seems to have more space inside of me for me and–perhaps–for you.

Amen.

Daily Communal Prayer

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