A Sixth 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 Sixth Collection of Reflective Prayers - William Flewelling
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Published by AuthorHouse 09/24/2019
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Foreword
The first of these Reflective Prayers, as I have called them from the beginning, appeared at the back of the First Christian Church sanctuary in LaPorte, IN on 5 February 1984. The idea behind them came from reading The Prayers of Catherine of Siena, edited by Suzanne Noffke, O.P. The book was published in 1983 by Paulist Press. I received my copy in December of 1983. Sr. Noffke noted in her introduction that Catherine’s prayers – all of them extempore, said aloud after mass, taken down by her Spiritual Director related to the texts of the day for Mass. They tended to concern unity in the Church, a theme of importance in Catherine’s day.
My thought was to see what would happen if I tried to reflect on the readings for a service where I was to preach. At first, I wrote them only when I was going to preach. At first that was every Sunday, or nearly so. Later, more Sundays were skipped as I had an associate for a couple years. And later yet, I had no regular preaching arrangement. I found I missed doing these prayers when I did not preach regularly and began to do them weekly anyway. Like everything I continue to do – writing sermons that do not get preached, doing Quiet Meditations that fill no bulletins, writing hymn texts in anticipation of preaching – writing these gets done so regularly because they are satisfying to me. They started as an experiment after Catherine’s apparent process and ended up as a satisfaction.
I have come to think that something being satisfying is a valid reason for doing it, barring the act being violent or illegal. As a result, these get published, self-published through AuthorHouse.com. This volume joins five earlier sets of ninety reflective prayers, those included in the previous sixty-one volumes I have published. Most of the volumes mine the archives of poems and stories and the like. By now, the quiet meditations, hymn texts and reflective prayers are simply accumulated until they reach a critical mass where I decide to publish them.
The Cover picture is taken across a hollow to catch the view of St. Joseph’s Church in the St. Joseph community in northern Wetzel County West Virginia. I have long admired that view and recently procured the equipment that allows me to take the picture. I confessed to my wife that I have dreamed of such equipment – a SLR Camera with a telephoto lens – for nearly fifty years, but only last winter gave in to the urge and have been having fun with it since then.
I hope the exploration implicit in these reflective prayers, meeting the texts involved on the inscape of me in the ferment of what I am discovering of myself in faith – I hope that the engagement invites you to the prayers and through the prayers into your own discovery of life where faith is fertile along the manifold of your own inscape.
William Flewelling
Upon the brink of blithe frustration, in the sink of rote repair,
wherein the face of innocence is shorn with dissonance,
O Lord, I am resilient by the welling tide of hope.
Ah, Lord, this hope accosts my dread, reforms despair,
contends with momentary anguish lest I rise
inchoate at the vain assize of loathed despondency.
Indeed, my Lord, I hear the word of passion, how
the vortex of contented rummaging afflicts
distress on lithe distressing visions formed
within the pattern of desire.
I have begun to come to know thy tryst
and all its rudimentary re-twisting liens
by which I find fragmented trust
the fractal certainty of love.
How shall I undertake this passage, Lord,
this thoroughgoing mingling in the grist
of moments lost for finding hope
surprising at the last?
Pretending answers formulate provisions leads revision toward
the coping mechanisms I could once employ.
But here, the reaming by necessity of all I meant to hold
becomes the overwhelming, weaning grist
that grinds into a meal and flour the main
grains of the evidence of your
insistent focus, Lord.’
Ah yes: I undertake unknowing’s break
within the breach of all inadequate attempts
to try this balance act
where everything is lean and tack.
The task of my continuing approach, my Lord,
involves thy legacy, the cross that leans,
is borne into the savor of desire
and follows lanes of dissonance
and failure to repair.
Yet in this moment, Lord,
I entertain unusual desire, the life
of root abandon unto you, your way,
the won oblation of the heart
unto your perfect norm,
contention of the heart.
In this obsessive moment, Lord,
I find the life of hope is honed
upon the strop of suffering, release,
attention to the resonance of life
in resident acclaim
by your enticing life.
Within the season of impossibility thy word, my Lord,
insists its entrance at the breach of time
wherein you instigate again the life
beyond the shadow of the past.
New-named as Abraham, against trust logic’s fame,
the opening refrain begins the means
to catapult desire unto the wide
and deep, the cavern rent,
the breach of all,
in which I find my thrall –
here, Lord, where everything is brought
into confusion, here you break illusion’s grip,
alluding to the sinecure of hope
as my impossibility within the throes
of anger, rage and dissonant despair.
Yet, now, just now, my Lord, upon the trail beneath the cross
I find my wandering explicitly alive with you,
reformulated in thy cross and mine,
to be the blossoming of hope’s
impossible delight.
Amen.
Against the tide of rude necessity, O Lord, I find my stand
becomes inviolate in sheer oblation, rife delight.
There is in this occasion folly fully formed
that I may undertake a conformation here
intrinsic to the scandal of the cross.
O Lord: how might I learn this yearning’s cusp,
the way my lean meniscus cups
to implicate the boundaries of grace
I had not thought to greet?
Yet in this episode of wonder, past the role of rue,
I find I am the emptiness of folly’s flair
beguiling nevermore less likely fare.
Well instigated in your style, my Lord,
I yet design less culpable arrangement here
or there, or somewhere in elusive lairs
of happenstance demurring whiles.
Quite to the point, I must suppose, is this repose
where wisdom too divine rakes folly as to shine
intrinsically refined into the gilt
exhaustion of the ripe repast.
So scattered in illusion here, the commerce of the cult
accumulates the officers of deals and change and mien-
alerted mysteries, an answer to an ancient past
become adapted to contemporary wiles,
the scheme that seams the past and now.
Invested in the deconstruction of articulated sighs
become the profiteer of interface of rule with zest
is all the interlude accommodating drifts
of momentary lifts before
destruction implicates the cause.
At this illimitable junction of desire and hope,
where avenues remit, demit, refrain ins style,
I join to cope with adequate delight
to situate my posture at the cross
I intimate my folly, all moria in lithe scandal’s form,
that I may own by follow wisdom of another bourn.
Ah, Lord: how shall I calculate the transference of life
into the situated cross,
destructive of the Temple seen,
awaiting three days’ rising to assent?
The offering is thine, is mine,
is overt elegance exhausting mien.
My Lord: your passage into this ellipsis on the day
becomes the tripping form of my reforming stay.
There is, it seems, a seemly lay
sung at the seams of everyday and thy
eluctable allure, impeccable and pure,
participated in the emptiness I find,
oblation of a keening kind
that is refined in every way
upon the scheme of Golgotha.
Yes, Lord: I dally as I tally, lose my count
and ferret methods to allow
the abacus of needs to oversee the list
of this sublime assertion: bliss.
My Lord: I am inclined to entertain the past
while you insist my strides begin
the hoary trek into the wreck
of your divine severity of love.
Shall I, then, hold this moment to the test?
No: all is in the folly here, the cross
that markets loss and measures voids
with elegant precision spent at last
in regulation delight, the metric of your life.
Amen.
NB: eluctable: attainable with great effort. compare ineluctable: not attainable, even with great effort.
Against the tide of dissonance, my Lord, you entertain
the signal that arraigns demise for lifted eyes.
And unto this esteemed assize I rise to yield
as I might wield save in this weal
embroidered here upon the rest of life.
I am enjoined upon the cusp of measurement,
for here the measure of delight is well embossed
and couched upon my soul.
I find this whole, this rife embrace of joy
that you invite my dalliance
to enter and engage.
Into this moment entrance rouses care
and careful daring, free oblation raised
ineffably, indelibly into the praise,
the prize enticed of me.
I am, my Lord, caught inexplicably
into the flux, the flushing rush,
the rampant ecstasy of joy
you bring unto employ.
Shall I then take the glance on high in casual appraisal of the time?
Or shall I dally here in intussusception wonder plied
into the gracious knowing flow, gratuity
of your allowance on my soul?
Ah, yes, my Lord: I am induced unto my yield,
unto your transformation wielding grace.
I will engage my spin and leap in your
alluring chance adjustment of my will,
engaging my release in pas de deux
intensity, a swirl and leap,
a tensive ploy employed to be
your lithe engagement, blithe delight.
Ah, Lord, I am, as this renewal of the hour entails,
to grasp, be grasped, released into release, to turn again
upon the point to pause in rapt desire
until you are the mystery of life.
How shall I train exaction till I find
your intussusceptive approach
my intimate release to fly
in dancing eminence
unto your pleasing gyre?
Ineffably intent upon this monument release,
I linger in your pleasure, Lord,
your tantamount delight in mercy’s plight.
I am drawn from the wilderness into the throes
of wilderness deceits, into the writhing mystery
that cultivates my wariness
unto incalculable grace.
Shall I then troll the rocky clime
and tarry on deception, all the grind
of otherwise aligned intents?
No: no: my Lod. I am instead
invested in your call to be
faithed into thee
with absolute affinity
and resolute in joy.
I am become the partner in the dance,
a pas de deux with you where each is as
the other, paired as one
inserted in the bond
of majesty and me.
I dance in wonder, lose my balance as
your catch and answer, join
your mystery within the glee
of your inclusive presence’ hold –
ah, yes, as all that witnesses the bold.
Amen.
As startled in beginning, Lord, I rise to pause upon your gift,
this stunning presence so inscribed upon the heart
that your own inscape majesty accepts
the fractal imagery of heart that stirs
sufficiently in me.
I stammer at the bold abyss. I hear the words
announcing how the throes of mystery
upon the cross, the raised affront
sure-manages provision for the seal
of inscape’s radical aplomb.
I have no words sufficient; so
I patter out revisions of desires
I hardly recognize in style.
I stutter helplessly escaping hopeless realms
as I am suddenly immersed
in your insistent grace.
How shall I entertain the vigor of your plain
insistence at my heart, O Lord?
I know inscription in the flesh is ripe
with your incipient delight.
And yet I comprehend the mission of the cross
as that provision on elixir laden cost
inducing in these sheer inclusive ways
the high priest’s vantage on your life.
In this acknowledgement, O Lord, I yearn to find
the intimate expenditure of time,
the offering, oblation in my clime
that finds surcease and echo in your apt design
wherein