Complete me in prayer, and as A swift arrow, hear me, Lord. My life; I come. Coming back to the Lord in Lent... Quiet, listening to the silence this Lent, aware of the largeness of God, the short life of man and woman. We frail creatures, loved as part of creation, return to the Lord this season. This is a great thing, and part of the Church year --refreshing in its way, but a road that is taken while observing on its route the winter rain, the bare trees, other days the light --the daily day offers time. It is a surrounding experience, penitence. Ever even so small an offer, there is the reminder that we have time to come back. To turn, to turn, to turn Pentecost Sunday Prayer (Revise)... (2002) The Spirit settles in subtle ways, for I am empty and forlorn, so I hope and pray. Tongues of language and flames. Lord. I search; let me welcome the Holy Spirit. The God who brought men and women out of Egypt to freedom; let God do this emancipation: accept and welcome, and let us receive the Spirit. Reach out, lift the heart, have faith that the Spirit fire comes settling in, penetrating us: Goodness. Tongues of language and flames. Dance in our hearts. Let it be me in Church, let it be me, let it be others. Come Holy Spirit. Consuming fire; burning yes. (CAPTION) Candles in the Church of the Nativity, Bethlehem Photo: Rick White ©2004