Prayer is an Egg

I got this wonderful information from my friend Ellen. I am posting it to remind us of our many gifts, and the responsibility that comes from such Sacred Gifting.

On Resurrection Day God(dess) will say, "What did you do with
the strength and energy your food gave you on earth?

How did you use your eyes?

What did you make with your five senses while they were dimming and playing out?

I gave you hands and feet as tools for preparing the ground for planting. Did you,
in the health I gave, do the plowing?"

You will not be able to stand when you
hear those questions. You will bend double, and finally acknowledge the glory. God(dess)
will say, "Lift your head and answer the qeustions." Your head will rise
a little, then slump again. "Look at me! Tell what you've done." You try,
but you fall back flat as a snake. "I want every detail. Say!" Eventually you
will be able to get to a sitting position. "Be plain and clear. I have given you
such gifts. What did you do with them?"

You turn to the right looking to the
prophets for help, as though to say, I am stuck in the mud of my life. Help me
out of this! They will answer, those kings, "The time for helping is past.
The plow stands there in the field. You should have used it." They you turn to
the left, where your family is, and they will say, "Don't look at us! This conversation
is between you and your creator." Then you pray the prayer that is the essence
of every ritual: God(dess),

I have no hope. I am torn to shreds. You are my first and last and only refuge.

Don't do daily prayers like a bird pecking, moving its head up and down. Prayer is an egg. Hatch out the total helplessness inside. Rumi - translated by Coleman Barks Risking Everything}110 Poems of Love and Revelation edited by Roger Housden