This is an excerpt from my prayer journal on a recent spiritual retreat I took. I think this is appropriate for Thanksgiving – to name what I’m thankful for and to center my prayer on being more like the object of my gratitude.
– Chris
You are
the son
the One
in whom and through him and by whom
everything is that is.
You are
the divinus
within-us
the mundus
made wondrous
a dirty, earthen cup
filled-up
and built-up
with what’s-up
in God’s cup.
That’s who You are.
You took
the broken and
made it born again
by breaking it and
it will rise again.
You are
the I AM
– and I am
grateful
because…I ain’t
full’a great.
You don’t
leave me with no hope.
You breath
out
a Holy Ghost
a Holy Host
A Ghost with the most
the Most High
that I
might be filled up
to my eyes
[and…surprise!]
I start
to look
like You.
I wanna look like you.
