A Seventh 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 Seventh Collection of Reflective Prayers - William Flewelling
Yes, present Lord, you incubate improbably a ruth
insinuating possibilities in thee. Then, in your buoyant gift,
I lift within these greeting throes the soft
exhilaration that abides improbably
in all my vagrant tries at time.
Yes Lord, in this contesting interlude of hope and dearth,
I find you interstitially embedded in my fair
extending hope. You are the surety
of my remote desire.
How carelessly must I abide this thread
as Ariadne’s scarlet gossamer
throughout my labyrinthine delight
until I find the hoary strength
that ever more abides?
I search in turbulence for laminar elision. When
am I to dare the chance to rise in prayer?
Within the reticence of anxious cares, my Lord,
there is – it seems – a moot ellipsis on a lair
in which you entertain the hospitality
of your elusive satiety.
The chances rake unmetered coals,
the embers over clinkers in repose.
You here endear the desperation lure
so grated on impossibility
that I am rendered absolutely ash.
And ashen is the worried cheek
amid the desert clime of sheer severity
and harsh, unwelcoming designs on clime.
So, looking here and there,
I am resigned to yet declare
my readiness to cast all hope
upon your steady honor’s glare.
Ridiculous, I must suppose:
to call upon remembrance of your past
and root forgetfulness of mine,
this ordinary torture on my time.
Within this angular decision, knowing all
is wanton in despair, I must repair
the tottered earnest stowed
in lost recensions of desire.
Yet in this folly, at your font,
I know ridiculous is as a fool
in mime of excellency,
your teeming, timely lure.
So lured am I, my Lord, into improbability
that I arise, a fool capacity to harbor many where
there is no rationale, no formulation to desire.
And here I dally to the seal.
I tarry after wind and troll the bitterness
of resolute neglect. For here I am;
I know no hidden lore.
Ah, recognition over time, about unsorted climes,
within unrecognized dimensions failure, mime
a fool could undermine –
yes, in this coming to surmise
the break of daily fare,
the rooting of repair
in faithfulness at this last gasp!
My Lord, how am I to attain
the regulation of my name when all is dust
enticing absent rain to wash
the must upon my main?
Yet, in enticing to the precipice of want,
you render at my steady wont
the gist of your new-justifying yield.
Amen.
Amid the flurry of attention, all the customary turns of face,
I find you, Lord, encumbering the trace
of my intent, residual perplexity involved
in coming to your open courts.
For I have heard the regular designs,
the construct of morality beneath the shroud of fear,
the ritual designs of redefined propriety,
the public matters of the face.
By rush, I know these measures of aplomb,
the categories of presentable desires.
They are, these customary modes of public weal,
the image proven messengers of pride
and purpose laden pomp.
Such circumstance of life begins the attitude of strife,
the measurement of my desire, my longings, my approach.
O Lord, you find in me the eager crowd,
the surreptitious face of feckless dalliance aside.
You find me in procession to the font
of your possession, all intent on right
in my profession of my plight.
Yes, Lord, I am acquainted with the flurry of my hands,
their reticence to recognize residual demands,
the sort that master every tort
with calibrated efforts to depart
into approval on the lam.
Yet, in this calculated happenstance regime of right,
I find my impropriety excusable for naught.
I am in rocky land, a nihilistic brand of pride
while entertaining at the last a curiosity
propelling me to find appearance in the fray.
It is your face, my Lord, to which I must address my care
and in your face in my remote designs I ever dare.
You are interrogation anonymity, the nameless flick
of moderated zeal, depravity and wit.
Becoming then the bland recurrence in the side of all desert,
I hear you interrupt my diffidence and lure
my confidence to open wide irregularity and life.
Without the happenstance of public rite, I stand abruptly, Lord.
I stand agape; I stand in unacquainted whorls, agape style
until my gaping jaw accommodate your while,
your mystery of flagrant lure,
misplaced as it may be.
I stand and understand it is within your gracious wave
to brush aside appearances and habits and designs
to entertain upon their heart the heart’s allure
for only you, my Lord.
Incredibly revived within the tort construed demands
of regulations regulating life
propriety and show,
you indicate in generosity of heart
what I have been too loathe to know.
Excessive instance in your will, my Lord,
entices me to reappraise the clutter of my days,
a clutter so arranged as to entail the haunts
of regulatory instances of pride.
You entertain in my approach a word
reproaching my timidity before you ground
my instinct to contain in spite of peace
that rumbles freely into dance.
You so interrogate my fears with love, my Lord,
that I am dervish-like in my reply,
a twirling pirouette of style
incurring your approach to bid of me
a pas de deux in grace,
a quality of tryst sublime.
Amen.
Anticipation rings exultantly, my Lord, expecting then
the hour to toll and reap the whole in your delight.
Yet, all anticipation faints to try, perhaps behold,
immaculate and sure, your face
upon that undetermined day of longing’s lean,
precipitous intensity of joy.
Yes, in this tumult, I ascend the daunting face
in awkward hope of satiety and bliss.
This while, though, Lord, I find I undertake
the scale of sheer design, the precipice of hope.
Would there be in this brazen face
inscription laid in lead to inculcate
precision and attributed delight?
Ah, innocence is shy; unknowing guesses at the lie
that even now articulates improbability,
the coarse residual of bliss.
Yes, here I must confess the stirrings of the hour,
the arduous complexity with your abrupt intent.
I am engaged beyond comparison with your astute relief,
engaged in writhing, tortuous complexity of haunt
caught in simplicity, the singularity
of your perpetual allure.
Well, Lord, I find the murmurings of tacit certainty, the tomes
that overall would scribe determination of a want
we clamor to supply with images of confidence
intent on granting echo chambers of the moot.
Yes, yes, my Lord: I hear that raucous swirl, cacophony
of prejudicial script, a definition goaded style
that settles in a while.
But you, my Lord, dissemble on my regularity of wit
and tease my instinct from the fraud
of artificial constructs of the heart.
And so, my Lord, you find me rumbling over bluffs
that end the muse as of rote satisfaction meant to hold
completion of desire in smug array.
Yet, even more, I hear the ancient voices told delay
as if we simply do not know
except that we are in the throes
of life dimensions overlaid in hope
that samples your assent.
My Lord, as generation folds into another generation, birth
and death, the coming to begin in dolling care
the husbandry of dreams undreamt, begun
to be beginning past the haunt
of exercised attempts at surety –
as this begins unfolding once again in life,
O God of all the living – Abraham and Isaac, Israel
and my declension of articulated hope –
as this begins escaping my rote over-definition, try
my tryst in Spirit that I list not in the main
but know the keel and mind the helm
to slice contemporary hope
beyond the fading wake of dread.
Yes, yes, my Lord: I find you in my waiting while,
the whisper of thin silence that abides
and into which I wait the while
new-satisfied with generations’ centered pole.
You are the prised dynamic in the dance,
a dance as pas de deux that balances my fright
with flight, return, take, spin, spun to begin
beginnings once again.
My Lord, I find this custom enterprise escaping my design
and poising me ineffably up the precipice of bliss;
that holding to your whispered grace
indulges me in life beyond my latent haste.
Amen.
So startling, Lord, is this acute contention, felt and found
around the contradictory ascension of ideals
and party spirits, rude assumptions on the slight
erosion of delight, integrity and grace –
So startling is this dissonance at hand
that I am staggering in lien of peace.
For in this rise of moralistic guile
I find the guise of disagreeable refrains
in consonance with your inviting core.
Indeed, my Lord, I find the arrogance and pride
a seething contraband on elements of mercy, love
and covenantal constancy.
Your earnest in the soul is grander than the gist
of disagreeable contrivance to deny
the gentle hospitality of life.
Beyond this awkward play, my Lord, I entertain
the folly of rued over definition on the scale
of hardened hearts. Indeed, mild-heartedness
is taunted in the gist of lesion laden leers.
These days of superannuated hearts begin
the slurry of dissention, bully-ridden haunts
sclerotic in their mien that rest forevermore
within the wooden caricature of life.
Yet, here I stand in uttermost confusion, Lord.
I weigh the reasoning of aggravated pride
and see within the brittle lines a hint
of something kin to private lust
and moralistic rue.
And you glide dally-wise about my mood
as if this all were moot and I must rise
in independent affirmation of the same.
But all this same, my Lord, betrays the fulcrum of desire
and all the balances of hope and skill,
the earnest in the wary heart to gain
sufficiency in will.
How shall I stand in this continual demise?
The breaking of the moment on the leverage of hope
turns of the moot reflections to the side,
permitting in my inadroit capacities
a rearrangement, all reorganized upon the lip
of ardent truth, sobriety and peace.
Do I again attest the subtle lure of graciousness
about the undertow of your sublime remission on
the overstated love of power in this company
of ordinary ridicule?
Or is it that I barely dread enough
when you accede unto my heart
and generate, illuminate my part
in this acquaintance with shared bliss?
Oh, regularity is never my appeal, my Lord.
There is a singularity, this awkward point,
conjoint with imprecision, whence
I take my spin on your eruptive joys.
And, in this singularity, so ill-defined or undefined,
yet prominent excessively, I find
you find in arrogance but stubble-brew
and thence eschew it all
for healing in the wings.
And now, my Lord, I am emboldened to declare
the mystery of aeries and the whimsical in air,
this singing of remorseless joy,
intoning melodies inviting life and love and hope
into the boundless play of dervish flights
where balance is irregular
and life is spent by singularity.
Amen.
Before the naked throne, suspended as life sown in want, I come
and linger to behold the barren want of Golgotha.
Here, held beside the stark impression of the cross, my Lord,
I find exacted mercy earnestly imposed
with taunts and barbs unwittingly attached.
I find, my Lord, austerity severely lashed
into the soul, the stripping to disdain
that as regaling evidence of how
oblation regulates in loss.
I find the second speaking evildoer bold
to implicate this awed enthronement set
within the witness gasping by.
And all is turned, articulate in witness never known,
to see the king enthroned in such array
despised until the raking of the hour.
My Lord, I am enticed to see the righteousness you are
exposed in insular provision to embrace the bold
and know the fabrication of your peace in blood,
a peace of reconciliation of the host and all
within the reign that lasts
established at this startling throne.
Exposed am I in this the body of my Lord, exposed
to naked Golgotha, to echoes of disdain
and peals of mercy, wrung mild-hearted joy
whence paradise is meted by the lilt
of blessing by the Lord enthroned.
Yet in this tortuous ascent, my Lord,
I find transfigured meant disruption of design
into the bold eruption by design
of life enthroned as rooted