AUTUMN’S call for me is always : “Stop. Go down into the depths. Let prayer happen.” Autumn is often a time for the prayer of silence, of simply remaining close to Christ. Sometimes silence is everything in prayer. Imagine a big lawn chair, surrounded by colored trees and the quiet dropping to the ground of leaves no longer wishing to cling to their places on branches. . .and someone—your own soul—whispering to you:
|Photo: Karen Streveler, OSB|
said my soul.
Can you hear Autumn’s invitation, too? Will you find an opportunity for wholeness today? Perhaps a simple melody will sing itself into your heart, as it did into mine: “Rest in God alone. . .rest in God alone, my soul, my soul.”
Renee Domeier, OSB