Our lives are interwoven; use me as You will.
We are bound together, in You I am strong.
Every strand of my life is filled with Your presence.
In Your hands my life has purpose and meaning.
Bind me close with cords of love.
Somehow, I must sit to listen.
Standing implies a readiness for action, for the executing of the will.
To hear You I must sit down and calm down.
The magpie mind chatters.
It doesn't know about stopping.
How helpless I feel in its automatic firing, its busy babbling.
It is impossible to hear You as long as I am full of sound.
I turn this helpless prayer toward You.
... slowly unknowing everything, becoming dark,
becoming yielding ... just sitting.