A liturgy
For quiet reflection.
You sit down. You do not know what to do with your hands.
Begin here.
The chair underneath you. The breath that already arrived. The room that does not require anything of you yet.You do not have to make the quiet first.
You begin in the noise. The quiet arrives second, if it arrives at all.Now — one honest sentence.
Not the curated one. The one underneath.I am tired.
I am angry that no one noticed.
I do not know what I want.
Whichever one is true.Let it stand in the room with you.
Don't solve it. Don't pretty it up. Don't decide what it means yet.You are allowed to know one true thing
without immediately doing anything about it.Stay for five minutes.
When the timer ends, stand up. Drink water.
The reflection has already happened.
You don't have to write it down.Amen, quietly.
From a small collection
This is one of thirty liturgies for the seasons no one prepared you for. Made to be printed, returned to, held in the hard hour.