Some Reflective Prayers
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William Flewelling
I am a retired minister from the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) living in central Illinois. Led by a request from Mildred Corwin of Manua OH when I arrived there in 1976, I long developed and led a series of bible studies there and in LaPorte IN and New Martinsville WV. These studies proved to be very feeding to me in my pastoral work and won a certain degree of following in my congregations. My first study was on 1 Peter, chosen because I knew almost nothing about the book. I now live quietly in retirement with my wife of 54 years, a pair of dogs and several cats.
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Some Reflective Prayers - William Flewelling
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Foreword
These reflective prayers
as I have called them arose from reading The Prayers of Catherine of Siena early in 1984. Suzanne Noffke, O.P. edited the book for Paulist Press in 1983, noting in her introduction that the prayers appear to follow the readings Catherine heard while attending mass. The prayers were Catherine’s own, written down from her oral prayer by her confessors.
As I reflected on the prayers and on Sr. Suzanne Noffke’s observation, I thought that such an exercise might benefit my reflection over the readings I would be doing for an upcoming service and I began preparing them. That was on 5 February 1984. The selection offered herein begins 1 November 2009, the 1199th sample over the years. I then continue through that prepared for the lections of 22 May 2011, the 1284th prayer meditated over the years.
I have found them very useful for my inner purposes and several of my readers have found them so as well. For example, on 13 September 2008 Lois Richardson offered the response: I am in the gentleness of life now after reading your reflective prayer.
I hope you also find them of value.
William C. Flewelling
1 November 2009 1199
Ruth 1:1-18 Hebrews 9:11-14 Mark 12:28-34
Against the boundaries of my designed restrictions, you enforce
the deviation of attributed designs that in this passion I
might contemplate the last lost boundary of hope.
And in this contemplation I begin to learn the stay
that ever weighs upon my reticence to stand.
Shall I begin to qualify the lapse of pasts departed through
an elemental folding rue? I find myself re-bound
into the livery of liberty; the bathed anointing mine
for forging in a force field of the welling lisp
you countenance engorges as my hope.
My Lord, I founder in this wasteland, linger lean
and miserable within the caustic crags
of distance, loneliness not yet become a solitude –
enough and ripe enough to stay
the dawdling want that is the way
contriving to conceal my will.
You, Lord, have found my foundering, established grace
to lave my face, provide the winsome trace
that leads inviolably into your reach.
So teach my negligence, my Lord, the steady view of your desire,
that inculcating wisp of wonder etched on lintel, limen, jamb
until I understand the wandering detachment-bond –
my instinct to the fervent flare of love’s design.
There is this categorical conditioning of presence: here
I linger in accepted courtesies beyond the limit set
for ordinary bounding as the zealous tie,
more visceral than I imagine, vital than I own.
You are, my Lord, the instant weal
that circulates within my bole
that I might find the penetrating mist
of your implied ripe satisfaction kissed
in absolute delight.
I do not comprehend myself
in this oblique and abject situation, Lord.
I am confused in swirling sands of desert lands
too incomplete, unmarked and random for
the slightest knowing to divulge.
May I, then, countenance the whole,
discovering in otherness the soul
of my recidivist desire,
the roiling constancy of fire
igniting me into a pyre of love?
It is the love you nurture, wring
unto the arrow-like, the quiver-full design
of ultimate and furied wiles
that I may tarry in an undesigned delight.
Again, again, my Lord, I find the nearness of the kingdom dawns
upon the shadows of my varied ways.
You are the dawning in unknowing as I gasp
to know the greatness of your gentle care,
your infiltration of my insufficiency
that I might rise to contemplate
simplicity in fullness of my life.
I rise, that is, within the cast asperges of your offering
that once for all designed my wary way in rapt delight.
You lure me into bliss, sublime enough to keep
my dalliance in tow and my conditional desires
the reason for my waiting while.
Become, then, Lord, within this glen
the lea of surety, spent wantonly
on prodigal delights, all thine and thine’s.
Amen.
8 November 2009 1200
Ruth 3:1-5; 4:13-178 Hebrews 9:24-28 Mark 12:38-44
Immediately lithe, my Lord, you intersperse my thought
with implicating pleas of utter joy. The bonds that keep
from boundaries that brim into the rest
of living lease their energy from fear.
Yet in this categorical revision of delight
you thoroughly impel my wont into the leap
beyond capacity, beyond appearances
into the ecstasy that is the possible and whole.
I hear of widow’s mites, entire subscription to the grace
that evermore insinuates the grasp exceeding grasp,
the reach into impossibility, enormity of life.
I would then qualify my wish and excavate desire
that in the excess of my visceral release
I might succumb to your intrinsic glee,
delighting in the sanctuary molded heavenward,
not made with hands but manufactured by the bliss
and breath of God, the place, my Lord,
where you attend
the fathomless delight of God.
Within the faithful moment care exerts on ordinary lives
you cultivate trajectories of honor and respect,
the answers to the needing by the caliber of debt
that frees the will to circulate in wonder and delight.
So simply pieced, these slight insinuations on the trek
we manage in the currency of life’s immutable designs,
the ones that merely happen though they might
as well have twisted otherwise around
well meaning schemes and yawns and tries,
become the ligaments on wonder, tendons
bonding awe.
And in this mingled chalice, I
discover in recovery the crux of life in flower.
A certain nonchalance surprises me.
You manage, master all the liens on me
and open in the subtle trysts of more or less
remote designs the gracious sweeps
your instant lithe resolve allows.
So here I garner effort, quite enough to find the keep
an open, blithe security for hope to leap and dance,
to prance and sweep real elegance
into your gentle ways’ appeal.
Although the straits of rampant greed, the tightened squeeze
of pride
resort to clamoring to stake the claim preferment wills
against the moot charades that mean so much
in tawdry eyes, so little in the care you open here
there is yet constancy at heart.
My Lord, repeating hearing of the tale
re-finds us settled into pure neglect.
We founder on the brink of pretense, how the lisp
begins to countenance propriety
in singular neglect.
Against these rudimentary entrapments – snarls
that hamper, clinging cockleburs that dig
into the ankles, hold exactingly onto the loss
we own too terribly – we find
yet in this eager will to wait with seeking weal
you leave allowance for endowment toward a joy
eclipsing my ellipsis on a yawn.
Beginning now, my Lord, I ponder over limps
and leases, linger over crimps and creases
all the cramps that clamp my wanton judgements down
into the futile ground too suddenly apprised
of how your fervent graciousness abides.
I stumble, stagger, rise to take surmise
that in this instance, as the mite is whole and spent
in prodigal exaction, I am almost blithe
enough to countenance in eagerness
your rampant joy.
Amen.
15 November 2009 1201
1 Samuel 1:4-20 Hebrews 10:11-14, 19-25 Mark 13:1-8
Beyond the edge my expectation posits, Lord, you lead
impossibility into the throes of awe, proposing in my grist
the unimagined magnitude of majesty, the entryway
into the sanctuary of my God.
In this implosion, where dejection mates desire
in silent desperation and arises to aspire beyond all ken,
I dandle mystery in misery, and play
my ordinary sways in swagger time.
Evacuated in this breathless pause
the regulation causes all disintegrate,
dissembling on a vacant, vagrant sigh.
Shall reconstruction on the lam allow the breakage care
enough to reassemble with a dew-like touch
that offers cloture in the sealing of chinks
and cracks and varied crevices that mark
the matrix of my time?
I founder now; I banter over images that shred
impossibility into impassibility and shed the tears
that tear charades into processions bent on bliss.
And all the while I stagger to conceive my trust
where entrance gains the crest of awe
and presence rides the tide applied,
the blood washed from a side to reap
the stagger set beyond the last
rejoinder, past the last restraint
to dally in sublimest bliss.
Now I, my Lord, must countenance this banter at the limes
of my acquaintance, at those last remote, lone
fortified constraints
intending to abide against the restless desert clime.
There is no instance now of knowing how the break
begins to isolate, at once entwining in the deep
of deepest rue, intrigue and promise – life
become the curate of this poignant bliss
I barely understand, my Lord;
I am dependent on your Spirit’s glazing of my gaze
that I might be the comprehended aim
of your insatiable delight.
Old rumors often times recur, devouring passions day
and night. I follow how projected schemes allow
endowance of sclerotic means.
There is in this desire to know manipulation’s kin:
for if the mechanism comes to hand
by revelation, wit or trick.
we may induce supposed ways
and understand the weary cry
of here or there, of now or soon.
Beginning in this crucible of faith, my Lord,
I find my sundering insistence moot.
I bind by foundering resistance roots unknown,
beyond my ken.
What residential mood is this
that rakes the favored images into a heap
like autumn leaves inviting leaping spills
to frolic noisomely about the frills?
Whatever may intrude, I find the desert spare
and bare, an open waste inviting pause
to countenance the stab or awe
in raw condition of the soul
at entrance far beyond my ways.
Your excess, Lord, endows a confidence that rises, stands
upon unwonted brinks, in breathless awe
and saturated bliss. As risen now past stones
of glory glittering delights, I compass life
in awe’s abyss.
Amen.
22 November 2009 1202
2 Samuel 23:1-7 Revelation 1:4b-8 John 18:33-37
Immediately clear, this clean intensity becomes the spire
that lingers as the inspiration of a fresh desire,
this meeting with your presence, Lord –
a presence fired with all imagination seines
from raw experience and life.
I understand the undercurrent strife imposes here,
my Lord; I comprehend the elemental grist
that grinds contentment into dust,
allows the dust its dew to mingle into mud
and thence endow the glaze on joy.
I am become the laden lode of your assigned delight.
I would achieve the lapse – perhaps to slide
into the remedy of my remote desires
except for your endowment of the heart
that brings a leaping pleasure to the fore
and lingers in my latent lore.
You, Lord, become the reign that organizes ruth;
your truth entails my longing, leads my pining will
into the shill of anguish lest I fail
and in my flailing miss the aim
that would allow my eyes to glance
thy reigning reach into the deep
recesses of the latent keep I am.
Within this intervening scale of interest, Lord,
I founder in unknowing. Certain is the just
that shines immaculate upon the land
against the all-consuming fire that raids
the iron in hand that clings upon despair.
I founder: yet, my Lord, I learn your implicating joy,
the means of my arising to achieve what I have lost.
You are the cost of my arising, Lord. You are the prize
for my attempt to climb beyond my dread
and learn of yearning in your stead, the bounty I
might yet achieve in wild unknowing’s cleave.
Internally alert, at awesome rest, within the flex
of vexing moments, where the balance takes a stress
and dandles mystery remotely whole –
here, Lord, I would rely upon the tottering remorse
if you would not avail my lingering desire,
ignite my currency of visceral allure.
For all in this composite moment justifies
my least obscurity, my wreaked and abject plea
for something bearing metaphoric glee.
You come, my Lord, to reign
while seining miseries to sain the wreck
I am. By such I rise; by such I prize
and follow fallow ways until
your majesty beguiles my joy
and I am sated, just and whole.
By freedom bound, by joy infused, by wonder wrought,
stagger to the front of your complete fresh consummation
of delight
within the whole of Alpha and Omega, all the tryst
that entertains my viscera and my inclement life.
You infiltrate with leaven, leaven of sublime release –
you infiltrate my sullen mien, exposing me
to regal matters past my ken
yet integrally