Prayer Time

"all the day long on the alert, at night we unwillingly say our prayers..."

I know what I want, how I want it, and where to get it. I move fast through the day on high alert, while G-d waits at my window, for the love He knows He deserves. Every day. As my head drops onto my pillow, I see the light waiting for me out in the dark behind the curtain. All I can do is lift myself up until my shoulders, nod my prayers and promise that tomorrow I will let go of the reins and enjoy the ride while thanking and blessing my Creator. Tomorrow.

"Most of the luxuries, and may of the so-called comforts of life, are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind."


If this is so, then why do I race around on the alert? Am I hindering the elevation of mankind? I thought I was trying to somehow elevate something, maybe that something was my own row of shoes. This book makes me want to search for more peace, and another perfect black dress might just not be the answer. So what is? I do not live at Walden Pond or anything remotely like it. I can do either or: Either live the life of running after luxuries and so called comforts of life, or live at a Walden-like pond with nothing. Its the in between that gets me. I hate the in between. Its going to be all or nothing for me.