This past month, my spiritual practice has been shot to hell. Oh, I’ve prayed frequently—but briefly and distractedly. Have you ever just sat in the presence of God, or just taken a walk in God’s company, and wholly escaped the passage of time? Have you ever surfaced from deep reverie to notice—how odd!—that the sun has set, or the sun has risen? I have, but not this month!
In fact, I’m embarrassed to confess that my life right now is just totally berserk with work. I’m helping put on a play this month, as performer, accompanist, lighting and sound designer, you name it. And I’m preparing to start a new job, and to move my extended family next month. It seems to be one of those seasons when there just aren’t enough hours in every day.
Anyway, there certainly weren’t enough hours to squeeze out any new work for The Merry Mystic this week! Instead, I took some comfort today in listening to this old song of mine. This was The Merry Mystic in May of 2016. I hope you’ll find this re-run as comforting as I did.
May you be blessed today with deep peace: the deep peace of the running wave, the deep peace of the flowing air, the deep peace of the quiet earth, the deep peace of the shining stars—the deep peace of the Prince of Peace.