Morning prayer

I attended a study group (via Zoom) last night on a subject which I found difficult and painful.

There are a lot of things about my religious background which I hate.

All of my experiences belong to me and are part of who I am. My story belongs to me and what I have learned and what I feel is a form of power, if I choose to use it as such.

One person in the study brought up their practice of morning prayer, and the best morning prayer I know right now is from Padraig O’Tuama. He says this:

“Neither I nor the poets I love found the keys to the kingdom of prayer and we cannot force God to stumble over us where we sit. But I know that it’s a good idea to sit anyway. So every morning I sit, I kneel, waiting, making friends with the habit of listening, hoping that I’m being listened to. There, I greet God in my own disorder. I say hello to my chaos, my unmade decisions, my unmade bed, my desire and my trouble. I say hello to distraction and privilege, I greet the day and I greet my beloved and bewildering Jesus. I recognise and greet my burdens, my luck, my controlled and uncontrollable story. I greet my untold stories, my unfolding story, my unloved body, my own love, my own body. I greet the things I think will happen and I say hello to everything I do not know about the day. I greet my own small world and I hope that I can meet the bigger world that day. I greet my story and hope that I can forget my story during the day, and hope that I can hear some stories, and greet some surprising stories during the long day ahead. I greet God, and I greet the God who is more God than the God I greet. / Hello to you all, I say, as the sun rises above the chimneys of North Belfast. / Hello.”

Pretty amazing.


1 thought on “Morning prayer

  1. Katie this is great, I’m going to save it with your permission. Nina

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