A Third Collection of 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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A Third Collection of Reflective Prayers - William Flewelling
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Foreword
Some years ago, I asked several of those with whom I shared my sermons in manuscript what sort of faith they found being encouraged/nurtured in my preaching. The three who then received them by email replied. One of those replies, from Guy Kettelhack, saw my sermons standing with the reflective prayers, as companion pieces
. The hope in the sermons was to achieve some degree of the kind of abandon, of free-fall love, that the reflective prayers take such risk in celebrating & investigating.
He saw the sermons as appealing sometimes obliquely to that covered ache for connection that surely exists in every human being
and suggests that these reflective prayers, in his reading of them, witness to that affirmation that the connection is available and open to the joy of free-fall love, abandon, delight.
These pieces regularly cause me to thrive. They appear from the gentle reading of the texts that are listed at the beginning … appear at the end of a pencil scribbling quickly around pauses as it traces cursive letters and words across lined yellow paper in very much the form that is seen on the pages. I find the writing of them engaging and rhythmic, the sounds and the passions playing together in my ears and my pencil point. I later transcribe them into typescript as you find them here.
In the first collection of these – this being the third, each of 90 prayers – I discovered there were some proofreading failures that demanded my more careful attention. I have tried to be more attentive as I went along, producing these at the rate of about one per week, in preparation for the sermons I still write if only occasionally preach out loud. For the proofreading was demanding, not merely in terms of the mechanics of the issue but also in terms of being engaged with the prayers afresh. I could not read more than two of them in a sitting; they too deeply engaged me to push through more than the two at a time.
It is always my hope in these that the experience of the reading will somehow respond to the abandon and delight that fills the production of the pieces; and that the pleasure in the initial praying/writing of the prayers may subtly engage the reader into that praying, that they pray themselves into the reading and into the reader with delight.
William Flewelling
Unsated now, I come to you, my Lord. I come and you must satisfy
if I am to be known at home. I come as unprepared;
you bring me water, wine and honey – purchased all
with nary price – to satisfy my broken pause.
You intervene, my Lord, interrogate my wanton peal
and situate my solemn singularity of pose
within the ambiance of your providing stroke.
I am in the contentment wrought,
as you have sought my inclination where
the border is upon the laden tryst sublime.
As I in latent style remain a fruitless bramble of a bush
you categorically attend my rooting, bring a fertile care
in fervent earnest to inveigh upon my waste
and void, that I surprise the vanity
of days and offer in the moment life
enough to stay the axe.
This axiom of peace, my Lord, is in your teasing life
from frail to brittle tendrils of the past,
the ones that linger latent and deserted till
your nurture please my wanted weal.
I find remorse is shorn from me
as you adorn my moment with a good
so stark and poignant in the waste
and void, the Deep of my design.
I yawn in common with untenable desires,
the ones you water to produce in me
lithe, limpid lures of lien’s delight.
In time, my Lord, I undertake to instigate
the regimen of rote desire, the ways of moot control
while everywhere in my surmise you plait for me
the ecstasy of your impending graciousness.
I take the wells that flow for me, imbibe the nectar, mead
and tide
that I may ever yet abide your nurture and your care.
There is in this my dare to rise,
to yet apprise the wonder in your eyes.
For I am laden with a past while interlacing life
with wilderness and stark, fierce, barren strife
wherein you lay the thread
of my austere completion and delight.
I take the trace you leave for me
and wend the labyrinthine deceptions well
enough to hold my hope in fire.
Inclusively, my Lord, you bring a liberating light
within the situating care you fling about
my subtle, shy and latent flight.
I am now interleaved with your intentional desire
that I may drink as you provide
and constant, consonant with your provision that
I may abide in your desire.
Sublime it is to ride this categorical allusion to my wish
to learn my joy is lithe and supple, pure
and leaning to the pirouette of life
at barre and in your pointed care.
The cure of your decision to abide,
to press the year and tend my waiting roots
and bring of me a bounty in your good
that I would never estimate
within my tarrying designs.
For you, my Lord, now visit me
and leave me strangely blessed,
a bliss sublime, to own the cure
you wreathe about my writhing ground.
Amen.
Within the breach of time and clime we, writhing, come
to test the ambiance of your resolve, my Lord.
I come into this grating meeting, find at this point
the entrance as the manna fades
and Passover is settled on remembrance’ tome.
In this exacting hour the poignant blessing bears
its piquant pose as sinless has become stark sin
that righteousness of God be known.
Austere and brash, this moment as a lash slaps virulent
against supposed sobriety of mien.
For all is rapt in your design.
I come in floundering aside.
I founder on the apse.
But you, my Lord, rush headlong near
to claim my insolence as dear.
I stagger in this crater, foolishly assigning means
along the rim while in meniscus cradling norm.
I search, unknowing how to look, absorbed in stead
in isolation’s fierce affront.
The landscape, as the inscape, echoes moon’s
aridity. And yet I am on pilgrimage
into this rash extremity.
The sustenance of manna through the wilderness
is past. The board is found in haste, to gnaw
on roasted lamb and savor bitter herbs,
indulge memorial to bring re-membering
into exaction of the heart.
For eaten thus the exodus is plain
unto the heart. The haste and awe
reduplicate in me the time
and all the brutal, agonizing dread.
So I am in the crucible of your excision, Lord,
I lose the taste of sustenance to gain
the savor of redemption’s writhing borne.
And in this moment sin lies barren, strung
between the earth and sky, to wreathe
the passion reconciling life.
In this decisive breach, my Lord,
I learn of rush the startling incidence of life,
spelled as the spill of old proprieties
and garnered in the headlong rush
you bring to brush aside
all totally irrelevant
to your resilient care.
I stammer as you draw me close,
embracing all my anguished awe
and relegating all my speeches till
I answer your enfolding hold
with my engaging grasp.
How eloquently now the measure of all equanimity
is twisted into pretzel bows to decorate
the feast, the fete you offer me
in untold opulence
and super-adequate desire.
Becoming in this instant of delight the breach in time and clime,
I dally on unrecognizable delights.
For how are you to run in such excessive zeal
for such as I – as even I pretend to gain?
and not at all as I am truly set!
But you, my Lord, impetuously rush ahead in glee
to recognize in this august embrace the trace
of sovereign ecstasy, the bliss of sheer delight become
sublime at this exhaustive breach.
Amen.
Beyond all confidence, set in necessity and longing bold
enough to bare the moment and the face
that I may countenance desire and pass
beyond the limits known,
encountering in awe the weight
of your allure, my Lord –
just now the yielding of the heart,
the unction poured on feet, anointing life
in beauty roused to tantalizing joy –
all this becomes the rapt beginning I
discover as the formed delight
your hands have molded here.
We are preparing in thy presence, Lord,
preparing for the stabbing instance of the cross.
And as we ready now to undergo
the mystery past confidence
in sheer abandon to the hope
past every hype,
we dally in excess and wonder after awe.
Become in this engagement fully twined
in your exclusive lien, where serving, waiting, kneeling pours
anointing fragrance, opulence, extravagance, I come
upon the consummation past imagination’s fare.
Incredibly, my Lord, as all exhaustion seines
my weariness, as fully wrought by your
fresh molding of my clay, with these
become thy people formed,
I tarry after praise, exalting by the prized of life,
cast in wild exultation unto you, my Lord.
I am the wan oblation; what I can I muster, raise
in semi-eloquence unto your frame.
There is in this, I must surmise, a fundamental harmony,
one sounding depths too thoroughly inclined
to wait upon your mastery as mystery refines
my dalliance with joy.
The same, my Lord, is urgently rekindling me;
I find ignition in the throes of life,
where every shred of strife becomes
the warp and woof of hope,
now woven seamlessly for thee.
Abruptly new where all the favored, savored patterns are of old,
within the chambers of apartments in the way,
before the crumbling at the instance past delay,
wherein the dreams and offerings and schemes
are wrenched in writhing urgency
into unrecognizability –
here, O my Lord, I stagger, all
my confidence exceeded by the want
that entertains my Deep
in radical revisionary, welling joy.
I find my intricate collusion with the times
become a striving on the crest I ride,
the great crest where I totter best
beginning as I must
to soar upon the seething sea.
For in my pressing on I find my formed address
is borne upon the crest the cross impels
in wise, exclamatory weal.
Now made thy own, my Lord, upon the cross,
I answer in abandon, toss
all cost to cast in vast allure
the wonder, awe, the subtle, shy and latent I:
your own.
Amen.
Disintegration – suddenly, decisively it integrates the soul
with fierce persistence, absolute insistent urgency.
For in this hour of disillusion, as the world dissolves
and word is silenced in the fray,
and all is as absurd, confusion rankling rife
incision in the gall of time –
indeed, my Lord, the hour of passion rakes
imagination, slakes contentment on the waste
and void of radical return
unto the Deep whence all arises new.
Stark, blatant, terrifying slurries of the mind
unbind contentment, wrest the happenstance of rime
that, chilled by horror, wrought by violence
imposed upon humility
in absolute obedience, in terse
assent to rendering assize,
so now I may recall from my recoiling wont
the urgency that rearrays desire
in holding to the mind so fraught
with sheer integrity, delight.
I find in this, the whirlwind of denouement, all the scythe
may gather for the gleaning of creation for your way, my Lord.
The sheaves are gathered; gleaners rake the rest
to bring to winnowing the excess you insist is ours.
Yet in this standing up together, whence
the riot on the soul is sheer upon the whimsical desire,
I find in smiting, tearing at the beard
and spittle on the face the antidote to shame
wherein the answer to your Name is borne
with equanimity and truth.
Complicit in your entering this moment on the will,
I find, my Lord, I dally, shaken to the core
wherein the nuance of your mind
is frittering away my miscontentment’s weal.
Indeed, I bind my certainty away
and find my path is notable
in all the echoes of denial, all
the writhing off of choice
until in isolation life
is offered, Spirit-wise, at last.
This broken, incidental tour of abject want, absurdity
made consequential to reality, becomes the place
where brutal action forges subtlety,
as shy remission, latent missionary style.
And in this tortured weal, disintegration integrates the while
in absolute abandon, where the night imposes dark
at noon and fright exposes awe
precisely in the raw excision of the hour.
I find, improbably, the cross impaling universal realms,
the earth, the skull of Golgotha, the lithe
chthonic majesty eluding my capacity
but there, foundation to the cross
that renders heaven’s veil
in order than integrity expose itself
in one last gasp of offering,
the fierce oblation of the breath.
Creation, O my Lord, is echoing this hour,
the gasp of breath of that ungrasping that abandon wields
to savor soil, the soul of earth, fertility to breed
a satiety of rendered, writhing joy.
For in this passion I exult as exaltation wreathes the cross
and I am sundered, spent, become the inscape steppe
and tor, the Golgotha where winds wreathe to adore.
Amen.
Remembering the throes of time, anticipating moments of too bold
an action, that which sears the soul and landscape alike,
so that the rash redeeming transformation rise.
I am in this remembering re-membering the throes
and how established images and icons of the way
things are and ought to be come smashed
in startling urgency.
It is your urgency, my Lord. For here in this remembered time
the crucible of will divine holds white hot peace,
the sort that sears and wrenches free
in liberated constancy.
Attendant as I am, my Lord,
upon the crucial moment, crux
of unanticipated ordering of life afresh –
attendant here, my Lord, I pause
and tremble, totter, quake.
For all things writhe beyond my grasp or thought.
Remembering disruption in imagined situation – thus
the kneeling to the bathing of the feet – to wash and dry,