One evening
I am very annoyed
about something
and, as bedtime approaches,
my anger is smouldering.
When I settle down to pray
I find myself telling God
how I feel.
I don’t hold back!
Next morning
as I’m getting dressed
an image flashes
into my mind.
It’s our priest
standing at the altar
during Mass
with his back to the people,
turning to the tabernacle
and bowing.
A simple action that is
so respectful,
so reverential.
Oh dear!
I remember my “prayer”
the night before
and I feel ashamed.
I realise
that I had vented my anger
on God
who did so not deserve it!
A short while later
I spend some time
in morning prayer.
My anger has gone –
replaced by penitence now.
And in my morning prayer
I rest in the presence
of Forgiving God.
A God who loves me
completely –
even when I don’t deserve it.
© Claire Murray, 30th April 2022