Evening Prayer I
Ant. 1 Like burning incense, Lord, let my prayer rise
up to you.
Such beautiful words, and coming (or beginning) where they are, front and center at the start of The Four-Week Psalter. I don't analyze the Office much, H and I just do them, and it's enough to just let the readings and psalms sink into the fiber and be there, to swim just beneath the surface all day. Some days the readings are read and they go, fading from sight and mind like an old conversation, while other days the voice of the Apostle will stay with me all day, pointing out my faults and reminding me of things I don't even know. Lately, maybe because I've added Mid-Day prayer to my lunch half-hour the feel of the whole reading seems to be of caution,of wariness and do not fall! Guidance, always guidance. 6 months from now I'll probably feel much different, Maybe then, the theme will be one of rejoicing, but I doubt it. The darkness of the world is only becoming more prevalent, I'm afraid, and our God seems only more than content in letting His plan run it's course. No matter. Whoever has ears ought to hear. Ant. 2 You are my refuge, Lord; you are all that I desire in life. For me a summing up of where I try to stand, but usually am not. Where is that Ant. at 9:45am at a busy day at work? Usually far from my mind. Those are precisely the times we should remember them, but, at the same time, if we forget, we must let God take over, consciously or unconsciously, and let Him guide us, whether we know it or not. I only know if this has happened when, at the end of the day, during my examination of conscience God gives me the grace to see His work in the day that has passed, to see the good (if any!) and the bad. In the silence of silence He speaks, showing us, bending our will to His ways.