28 November 2013

I Fold My Hands

Like a praying mantis, I am feeble.
I am weak.
I am nothing.
I’m frail.

I am so fragile, relying on my spindly self-assurance.
And yet a zephyr - a mere breeze - could topple me.

Like a praying mantis, I am compelled to clasp my hands.
I am compelled to look to you, my God.
I fold my hands and I look to you.
As I teeter precariously on the edge, I clasp my hands.

I look to you, God.
I acknowledge you as my creator.
You are my provider and the lover of my soul.

You designed me as I am – frail, fragile, and feeble.
Without you I would fall.
Without you, I would fail.

It is in your wisdom that this is so.
I am designed to look to you.
It’s in my nature.
It is in my very DNA.

I am created to need you.
I cannot survive without you.
In your absence, I exist merely in a vacuum.

I look to you, my God.
I enter your presence.
I take a posture of humility.

I am still before you and I wait.
I wait for you.
I wait in expectant anticipation.

A calmness and a peace surrounds me.
I bow my head.

Like a praying mantis, I fold my hands.
My fingers interlock,
As I lock my attention onto you.
I clasp my hands in a prayer of submission to you.

I look on high,
For that is where you dwell.

As my focus zeroes-in on you alone,
The things of this life blur and fade away.
My concerns fade into the background.

I hold my hands in reverence before you.
I am quiet and I rest in you.
You are mine and I am yours.

As I fold my hands,
I am aware that you hold me in your hands.

I am gripped by your love.
Your love surrounds me.

And as you hold me in your hands...

I fold my hands
And I proclaim that I love you.

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While working in my little yard/garden space yesterday, I spotted this Praying Mantis. Because I have long admired them and find them so intriguing, I often stop whatever I'm doing and linger to observe them. As per usual, I did that this time and even took a few photos.

Later, in the evening, my homegroup from church practiced an exercise of 'soaking' in God's presence. As I quieted my soul and focused on Him, thoughts of Scripture and worship flooded my mind and spirit. I got out a pen and paper and tried to keep up with the meditations as it all flowed so quickly.

Included in what I penned, was this piece about the Praying Mantis.

This tiny, fragile insect is such a perfect symbol of prayer to me. Perhaps it will also prompt you to 'fold your hands' in reverence before God.


Anonymous said...

That was so beautiful and inspiring. You have the gift of the written word :-) Thanks for sharing.

Anonymous said...

Very moving. Felt a greater thirst for prayer after reading it :) Kim

Anonymous said...

I really appreciated those words, you certainly have a gift for writing. And I love the lessons you draw from nature.

Anonymous said...

It's a beautiful word. Fezi

Anonymous said...

Very good. Edward.