I just returned from a three day silent retreat at Bellarmine Jesuit Retreat House in Barrington.
I wrote a little poem that summarizes my experience of prayer during the retreat:
The maker is made manifest
In myst’ries shared by no request,
In moments passing endlessly.
Desire comes in light blue and red,
Not leading rather being led
Through time that marches ceaselessly.
To worry is to sin against
The beauty of God’s providence,
Which has a final claim on all.
Surrender now or live in chains.
To wait is what God most disdains.
Arise and waken to the call.
David J.W. Inczauskis, S.J.