The Utica Prayers

As a part of the Grace House Episcopal Service Corps program, I went on a spiritual retreat to a monastary outside of the city of Utica, NY.
Therein, I wrote three poems to answer some posed questions to my group. Instead of quietly reflecting, I frantically scribbled these in a spree. I suppose there are many different ways to pray, aren't there?

1. I WANT TO TRUST
Can you reach for God in
a bottom-less bag?

Can you be a man without
a title?

Can you be a man without a pre-packaged
voyage?
Can you trust without being foolish? Without making
bad decisions? Without being manipulated?

I WANT TO TRUST
but could it be, that thing that we
pray to, the God, is so often a far, FAR
cry from that which brings life?

Should we read back into that source, life itself, to check?

God is more than a feeling, God is an event.

2. READING THE GOOD SAMARITAN

Petty things are knocked
away.
Are these divisions wawrrented?
Is it selfish to say I mightbe the
one who needs to be helped?
The Jewish man had to be knocked unconscious
before he would accept the help
of the samaritan.

3. PRAYER FOR THE GRACE HOUSE
Each day is made up of moments.
Let us not forget that.

The times we have with outher are made up of moments.
Let us not forget that.

We can change things from one moment to another.
Let us not forget that.

God rests in these moments.
These moment are now.
God is here now.

Let us rise to this, let us be in that place
where the floor can be a shifting base,
but we are still here.

In that which makes the moments.
Let us not forget that.