A Fourth 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 Fourth Collection of Reflective Prayers - William Flewelling
Upon the crest of unimagined grace, my Lord, I find
that fallow insecurities of my renown advanced
into the fervent resonance of your capacity
for hallowed instances of clarity and life.
The living on the ebbing crest of wonder lures
the habit as the habitat of courtesy and blithe resolve.
You implicate my reticence, my turn asunder, lean
aside from all you situate for me to bind.
I bind unto myself this tide – and thus I take
the Breastplate echo into supple subtlety,
the implicating certainty of joy
expanding past my terse employ.
How is interpretation to abide
within this slurry and root flurry of design
that overwhelms in welling kindness my
implicit waiting and reserve?
I tarry on the brink of root revision, all
the vision radical enough to sift
illusions and confusions for thy freeing lift
into most adequate repair.
I understand the pious litanies of favor owed
to formal courtesies performed perforce and punctual
upon the calendar of stated graces, staid
and stationary, poised for lean review.
I comprehend pretension, learned in eloquence
and mock sincerity, a curdled wax
that proves inadequate and waste.
Yet somehow echoes of responsibility allude
in modest hearing to the supposition posed
that I become the witness to the closed
reopened in reflective joy.
Begun in such a narrow scale, my Lord,
I dally wantonly until you underscore
the bathing tide of your insistent character
long resonating at the heart
of my desire, my votive hearth.
That worthiness beyond my ken, my Lord,
intrigues. I do not manufacture such a scheme myself
but learn by yearning how I resonate at last
with overtones of your profoundest chords
of character and earnest, sheer desire.
I follow fallow ways unusual in tone,
or do until I yield to instincts I cannot
aspire to muster save by joy
in rapt abandon to harmonics roused
in aperture of awe.
Beginning in these certainties espoused
in circles of impolitic nature, all
those elemental themes ignored
save with elixir in the breath
that breathes in raves of stir
inclining to perdure
in your redounding lure.
How shall I be inside this energy
so alien to proper sorts of things –
propriety in lurid profiles set
proprietary to familiar themes?
I do not know. There is, indeed, my Lord,
an awkward wonder here,
the very sort of pure insouciance known
within the splendor of humility,
the excess of desire thrown free
into the sheer capacity of you, delight.
Amen.
NB: ‘I bind unto myself this tide’ comes from St. Patrick’s Breastplate in a common hymn version.
Immediately now, as perched upon a crag
along the precipice, this august face of presence borne
in tantalizing qualities of grace and hope –
a place where, standing to the wind, the face
is interceding with abrupt allure –
I pause in this raw openness to gaze beyond
the boundaries of my remote dissent
until I find the gaping hope strung free
into your majesty, my Lord.
I understand the undermining dalliance
with some remote, deceptive play
that squanders mystery
in order to allay the dread
angst terrifying life
in this abject restraint.
Yet, even so, my Lord, I dally on the point
of sinecure design.
I tally my restrictions where
imagination falters more and more.
There is in this calamity the score
revisiting the gentle core
of your conscripting delight.
How intricate it seems, this posing on the barren cleft
to gaze across unbounded, restless seas,
to contemplate the seizing urgency of waves
and tide, the vicious swirl of currents cut
into an unimagined gnarl!
Yet here, in gazing so, I find the regnant gale
the certain wrap of my intention as I fail
to muster interest, to avail
my mastery of testing sail
and tack into the whole desire
of your sublime, intriguing bliss.
My Lord, I find myself in isolation here,
pushed lonely on the least of clefts
and dandled on the precipice
that faces nothingness in hope
beyond all nihilistic feints.
Here, in this solitude, I hasten to abide,
unhidden and acutely aware
of life beyond the lasting dare.
Indeed, my Lord, this shorn persistence stays
the ordinary ways, invites the ripest cure
to tantalize and prize the haunt
exhausting every waiting, wailing taunt.
So suddenly amiss, my Lord, I entertain your bliss
in naked awe, abandoned to the thaw
regaling my entailing mist
with favor savoring the grist of your delight.
Enticing me in such a way, my Lord,
you find me freely standing at the brink
where everything is thine, to thickly think
ethereal delight in wonder at this apse
of scintillating glee.
Entitled not at all, I stay, stay still against the fall
and wrap the mantle of desire about my thrall
until I learn myself again
the native of your glen,
still readied at the least
attention in the breach of time.
You are the value and the ecstasy that binds
in utter freedom every sweep and list
observed and savored, bliss-inclined
in absolute release.
Amen.
Stark, brazen, sudden, furious and bold: thus comes your day,
my Lord; thus opens in the gloom the echo of a vigorous,
exacting doom. For in this entrance lingers long
the simple pleasures of desire.
That old competitive idolatry resigns its names
and undermines your ways with softened words
and pleasures of the mind.
I know the lure of power, understand the lure
fertility exerts on my imagination’s course.
I comprehend seduction in the face of fear
and all along the contours of extorted want.
You linger yet abundantly; you open vigorous desires
with gentle ways and humble turns of eye,
and opening of heart and ripe compassion’s
thriving cup.
So quickly is your open hand endowing all
with open hearted hands of care,
the sort that dare your nurture in the lair
of commonplace and common weal.
In find this boundary exhausting; all the energy composed
to hold imagined threads of power and of pride
against the tide competitors arrange to rise
against the dikes and levees we arrange
to quarantine our fear, our dread, our loathed
despair.
Again, again we summon our desires,
the might of warriors, all the spite of battle proved gods
and how we call upon your name
with all the attributes of others named in mind.
How shall this counterfeit survive
the wrathful day of your assize?
And yet I find I must arise and muster something fine
enough to greet his hoary hour.
There is so little in my way, a foolishness to squander life
in unaccustomed ways, to leave investments lone
upon the saturated ways of time and place.
There is a gentle face to offer, gleam to rouse
in preternatural designs.
I am exceeding in the fallow time,
exceeding mystery upon the numinous, enticing draft
of your refreshment, your sublime delight.
I dally slowly over signs and signatures of elemental lures,
avoiding simulacra that provide the guise
of old ambitions, old improvements, old intents.
There is instead this singularity of wild abandon, all
the instrumental care-stripped openness
that rouses as the mien of hope.
I am indeed installed within these throes
wherein I writhe, find wreathed desires
become the sinecure of joy.
How shall these talents tally up the score
when everything is stable, games are zero-sum
and only love in spend thrift mode
provides the means for gathering in sowing weal?
I find I am expended as oblation raised
in wanton, prodigal assent.
I find I understand exhaustion on the means
of welcoming the seeds of want
into the rife abundance you provide,
my startling Lord.
How am I now to dally on this day of yours,
the day of your becoming in the throes
of wanton eagerness to join the rising from the mire
and undertake the generosity
of your exuberance and bliss? So be it:
Amen.
This sorting, gathering, attendance on the lam-induced
provision for the tryst of scattered lambs
within the shepherd’s care and constancy –
this passion for restoring equity and ease
to please propriety and quicken secret hopes
beyond the limes of hope
where once demise is righted, set
to restoration of delight –
this marks the throes of wonder, all the fare of awe.
And here, my Lord, I dally with the last
forgotten company, now new-remembered
in your will.
Included in this mystery of misery, confusion and desire
are all the questions of perplexity and urgency
confounded in the writhing mystery
wherein this coming into pasture thrives.
I parry metaphors in want of understanding, lean
my literal devices on the clear dissention of the mind.
Yet in this play of shepherds gathering to care
and sorting in display of measures lost to mind,
I find I swirl on cold symbolic latency.
I am, at last, a loss; this rough construction costs
of comprehension all deceits and ponderous receipts.
I am the lost and losing all at once
I know establishment of prejudice,
the construct of unsettling thoughts
upon the arbitrary judgment of the heart –
I know these tests of sheer unknowing – how
they seem obtuse in abject themes.
I am indulgent of the means – and yet remain diffuse.
It seems unlikely now that I could contemplate the gentle lilt
of your incredible allure, my Lord.
I lumber long, confused and found in utter disarray,
yet – always yet – I dally on the contours of delight,
that singular implosion of desire upon
the singularity of your imposing tryst with awe.
My Lord, this fresh initiative to draw
into the satisfaction of delight
the multitude within Messiah’s sight –
this plan and function of the Spirit spins
into the seining efforts of your hope,
the throwing open of the boundaries
imagination builds,
that future be delight in you.
New opening in eyes, in inner-dawning awareness brings
into my bated moment this arraignment – that I prize
abandon in the hope you bring
wherein my lasting lost containment fling
into a Highland dance
spent in exacting trilogies
of wonder, awe, delight: of bliss.
I entertain beyond my ken
a world no longer keening in the throes
of brute uncertainty.
For in this sanctuary of your will
I learn the yearning passion for your touch,
a lissome brush of ecstasy,
a winsome hint of hand beneath a finger hush.
Indeed, my Lord, I am the gathered in,
the separating grist of sheep and goats alike.
Yet in this bounding hustle on the mind and heart
I blunder into satisfying wish
to find it is with you, my Lord, all satisfactory.
Amen.
Awaiting in expectant lore, across some lengthened spans
for that which is the taste in time, sublime enough
to learn of bliss that yearning that abides
within the warp of weal:
I dally, then, in earnest, tarry on the lien of hope,
exaggerate pretension lest the vain abyss
begin a tryst with vanity beyond my ken.
So, wishful now, I will observe the pungent grace
that lingers on my lips, the taste of more
than I am ready to embrace.
Yet in this wonder at the trace of awe
fresh brushed upon my days,
I must remain upon the cusp of hope.
How shall I entertain this readiness in plain
precision? Nothing more is said than I may try
until I find the faithful fullness here
within the grasp of living zeal.
Beginning in the wait upon ecstatic flairs of joy, my Lord,
I find innocuous resolve the fundament of my repose.
You culminate this whirl within the throes of patient life
as sheer elixir, pure oblation poured as lithe
libation, spent as spending on the lore of love.
Above my slow continuing in pace
I find acquaintance in the place
of your insistent generosity, your grace.
There is, indeed, a subtle quality that thrives
within the continuity of lives
immersed in humble joys, expended ploys.
Indeed, I undertake afresh the lively lode
of your immediate resolve.
I find