Blessed One, for tomorrow and its needs, I do pray,
But keep me, guide me, love me, please, just for today.
To live a contemplative life is to be open enough to see, free enough to hear, real enough to respond. It is a life, and so it has its own rhythms of darkness, of dying-rising. Simply enough, it is a live of grateful receptivity, or wordless awe, of silent simplicity.