What a full prayer this was!
The images never stopped. It was a slide show, with many images all montaged together.
By the end I thought it had become a mosaic.
And then the mosaic was on the ground, under my feet. Instead of being on a wall.
It was too much, really, to look at. To take in.
My life has been a path of prayer.
I even wondered, during this time of prayer focusing on the concept of prayer, if every single lesson I have ever learned from God has been about prayer.
But then my mind took a moment and ran a finger gently down over some lessons and I didn’t see anything about prayer. Specifically.
But I kept wondering. Wondering if all I have learned about structure and design was just the underpinning, the foundation of prayer.
And for a moment I saw the true meaning of prayer—of our hands reaching out to touch God and be touched by God.
As shown to us in the Sistine Chapel.
I wonder now if we all could just relax and allow ourselves to feel the gentleness, we would accept prayer as a natural part of our lives.