Consolation

 Oh, Jesus consoler and healer of all afflictions, tend to my broken heart for I am pining for inner peace and joy.  I am relapsing into the past, reclaiming a state long dead and gone.  When I step into this time frame, it robs me of the happy thoughts that hope brings.  The past and the future compete in holding me suspended in a kind of limbo; one taking me to a time forever gone and the other enticing me with dreams yet to be born.  They are both impossible to capture and live in interminably.

Preoccupation with either one takes the pleasure of living in the moment when all breath is fresh and alive.  Living is the most creative now when my strength is at its crest and my passion is burning.  What keeps me from truly savoring this moment is the curtain of time unveiling past glories and captivating tomorrow's dreams.  Save me from dwelling too much on things that take me far away from doing what is most precious in the here and now.

I want to bask in your presence so I can strain my ears to hear your voice amidst competing noise for you revel in silence.  I want to quiet my inner turmoil and just "be" before the great I Am.  I want to empty my thoughts so I can feel my heart beating, longing, and thirsting for you.  You are my resting place, and in you I find true joy.