Patio Prayer

img_42581Last night, after I put both boys down to bed,  it was still light out.  I slipped out to the back patio and stood by the rosebush, just looking up at the sky.  It was beautifully, intensely blue.  There were clouds, spread out here and there: parts of the clouds were white and some were soft gray and others were lit with sunlight.   The clouds made the sky so much more lovely than it would have been without them.

And I prayed, standing on our patio-which-desperately-needs-sweeping, listening to random birdsong and the far-off sound of a train and the clink of my neighbor’s dishes over the fence.  The palm tree above me made squeaky creaky noises.  I stood in front of the star jasmine, which is exploding into blossom and scent, and uttered prayers for people I know who are in need, and prayers for people I don’t know who are in need.  But a lot of it was just me standing there, breathing deeply and looking up.

It was the most prayerful experience I’ve had in a long time: me, a June evening, the vast sky, some stolen moments of calm.

I think I’ll do it again.

3 Responses to Patio Prayer

  1. beautiful…precious moments.

  2. Ginny.
    I share the beauty you find on patios with roses. I’ve had good fortune to find roses in the gardens of my last two homes. So, for the past few decades, every April when the first blooms come in California, I start to check the roses. The visits continue over the next blooming months as do the meditations. Sometimes the first lines of a hymn from my Protestant youth sing in my head, “I come to the garden alone while the dew is still on the roses…”It’s a sacred moment, every time.
    How lucky we are to see the blessings in these visits. Love, Karen M.

  3. Oh, Karen, thank you for sharing that song! I know it well … my mom used to sing it to me: “And he walks with me, and he talks with me, and he tells me I am his own.” I’ve always loved it. Thank you for the reminder.

    I hope to see you (and your roses!) this summer.