Daily Primer — July 13, Reykjavík, Iceland

It was a lesson, I learned, that summarizes much of the mystery of the Reformed spirituality.  Its path toward holiness involves an awakening of desire, the relinquishing of what initially may have seemed important, a subsequent longing for God alone, and a discovery that what was sought had been there all along.
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Praying
It doesn't have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch

a few words together and don't try
to make them elaborate, this isn't
a contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.

Florilegium is the Medieval Latin word for bouquet, or more literally flowers (flos, flor-) which are gathered (legere). The word florilegium was used to refer to a compilation of writings, often religious or philosophical. These florilegium are literary flowers—beautiful words/prayers/thoughts I have gathered.  During my sabbatical they will give me something to ponder each day. — PHL.

Waiting Lord, who lay in the silence and the darkness of an entombed Saturday.  You poured yourself out in self-sacrifice to redeem a world which neither understood you nor was grateful for your love.  Help us who follow in your way, to know the power and peace of trustful waiting.  Give us patience and courage that we too may witness the inscrutable power of God’s love which is at work making resurrection where we see only death.  Amen.

O God,
the source of all good desires,
all right judgments,
and all just works:
give to your servants that peace
which the world cannot give;
that our hearts may be set to obey your commandments,
and that, freed from the fear of our enemies,
we may pass our time in rest and quietness;
through Jesus Christ our Lord.  Amen.