Saturday After Ash Wednesday
What a man sows, he reaps. If he sows in the field of self-indulgence
he will get a harvest of corruption out of it; if he sows in the field of the Spirit
he will get from it a harvest of eternal life.
To the Lord belongs the earth and all that fills it.
The horses stood in the snow falling on the world, on their backs all night. I awoke several times during the long darkness and looked out at them in the field. They stood so still with their heads bowed within the sky veiling down. A silent and solitary vigil in the deep night as the field, filling with snow, became the clouds and the clouds became
Oh, to stand beneath the Lord’s love falling luminously
out of all darkness,
brightening my way to Him who is everywhere
who is now here
always and eternally
as the prayer becomes the one praying
and the one praying
becomes the prayer.