VAST INTERNAL INFINITY OF BEING

In the beginning, the elohim created skies and earth.

Welcome back.  Happy Saint Patrick's Day.

Let's talk about prayer.

It's natural to pray.  Atheists should pray and often do, but believe they do not when they fail to fall to their knees or invoke a deity by name.  

The moment life blows us apart, and we wish for things to be otherwise, we are in a moment of prayer. We yearn for that time before the disintegration of our complacency, or a time better and beyond falling apart, and it is the yearning that shakes off our finitude like an old, long skin. We arrive before the vast internal infinity of being, our course having veered to new possibilities.  

That is prayer that wants no god to fetch for us.

The instant we sense life's sinister creep growing like the Blob, smothering our spirits, strangling our vitality, and we wish things to be otherwise, we are in an epoch of prayer.  

This instant may extend everlastingly:  as felt within a day, a month, a year, or a decade for some. 

We may not invoke God's name, which is not a name that anyone can actually say, but our hearts having become brooding, anxious sparrows may yet fly to nest securely in the vast internal infinity of being or may yet fall and be known.

What I mean by "vast internal infinity of being" is our sense of awe, of absolute time that seizes us when life would crush us.  It is that moment when all compass points vanish and all navigable stars in the night of our lives have been extinguished.  

We live, enduring the duration of not knowing, of fearing the terrible ends of no good choices, of either sharing our anguish or hauling it silently.  

I am describing the dark night of the soul.  We do not have to be Christian mystics to know it.  All we have to do is live.  

The thing ever true about night is we might dream it lasts forever, but it never does.  The spreading dawn overcomes the creep of night.  If we dream of eternal starless night skies, then when we awaken, we will know the glow and warmth of light that has always been.

I am writing about prayer...wordless prayer.  There's no need to ask for anything...praise will do...thanksgiving is always appropriate.  

If we must supplicate, then ask our God of love to make us carriers of love, infecting the entire universe, and spreading to infinite universes beyond us, so that life, not hate, names us.

Next time, I will write about how to pray.

Blessings...