Begin again to the summoning birdsAdvent is especially a time for us to look and see about our prayer lives and how well we are doing making time and encounters with God.
to the sight of the light at the window,
begin to the roar of morning traffic
all along Pembroke Road.
Every beginning is a promise
born in light and dying in dark
determination and exaltation of springtime
flowering the way to work.
Begin to the pageant of queuing girls
the arrogant loneliness of swans in the canal
bridges linking the past and future
old friends passing though with us still.
Begin to the loneliness that cannot end
since it perhaps is what makes us begin,
begin to wonder at unknown faces
at crying birds in the sudden rain
at branches stark in the willing sunlight
at seagulls foraging for bread
at couples sharing a sunny secret
alone together while making good.
Though we live in a world that dreams of ending
that always seems about to give in
something that will not acknowledge conclusion
insists that we forever begin.
In his book “Patterns of Prayer” Fr Eugene McCaffery OCD makes the point that “perhaps encouragement is what we all need most in prayer. Most people want to pray and are, in fact, praying far better and more often then they realise. But what is happening in their lives does not seem to fit in to the standard definitions of prayer!”