We parked the car at the roadside and walked onto the grass. We stood together and sent our praises to the Most High. The prayer was sweet and when I dropped my head onto the cool, grass-covered earth, I felt myself truly a servant. For just a fleeting moment my heart was full of joy. As we walked back to the car, I began to understand. Prayer is service in the absolute. It is selfless service to God. Actually, one's entire life could be a prayer.
Creator,
grant me the grace to long for You
and not my illusions of You,
to know You as love's questions
rather than as binding answers.
to rest in the hope
of what I do not understand about You,
and to be forever willing
to give up what I know about You
in order to seek You afresh.