Euphorbia characias wulfenii has a long and ridiculous name. It reminds me of all those George MacDonald Victorian romance novels-the heroines are named things like Philomena and Florimel. I will henceforth refer to it as the Lady Euphorbia. Anyway, she is all lit up and glowing this blustery March morning, chartreuse bells dancing, ringing in Holy Week and reminding me that I am only alone for a few more hours-B & G are off at a friend's for breakfast, and I am here, in a silent home, where the loudest thing is the hum of the refrigerator and the sound of these words being clicked and clacked into being. (Need I mention that I am an introvert?)
Spent last night at a prayer vigil at church where we sang some lovely Taize songs, and prayed together. The order of the night was roughly based on the prayer labyrinth-prayer focused inward with our relationship with God, then in the center with communion, and then outward as we prayed for those around us. I was reminded again of how I love being in a community of people who love God and want to be used by Him.
A guy came in late, a student from the nearby University, & sat with my little group. He, a double major in lit. & art, had just come from class and wanted to pray for his brother, who is serving in Iraq. We talked at the end, quiet and joyful after the night's solemnity. He asked politely if we thought it would be alright if he took communion.
He did, and left soon after. I don't know his story but was blessed by his shy presence.
The Kingdom of God
Is justice and peace
And joy in the Holy Spirit
Come Lord and open to us
The Gates of Your Kingdom
I am the Pretend Man
G is standing at the front window, tapping on it with a stubby forefinger and chanting to herself, "I am the pretend man. I am the king and the queen. I am the joy of the Lord."
photo credit: Bavid Dailey, (lovely photo!)