It’s a muggy day in Manhattan today. No matter — we’re celebrating Alan’s birthday, which, per our tradition is another week-long celebration. So I started my day by giving thanks. We had to detour through 3rd Avenue due to heavy construction along our usual route to Avenue of the Americas, so I had Alan drop me off at St. Agnes Parish on 43rd Street.
I sat down and I just listened to the solemn chanting. I said “Thank you, Lord” and I just kept still and listened. I have learned that prayer doesn’t have to be about words. There is always so much that can be said even when you are not saying anything. I felt my chest tighten as I recalled how just a few months back, I sat there crying my heart out just seeking comfort. I asked a question and got my answer. I looked around me and saw a handful of people deep in conversation with their God. I prayed for them as well.
I regret that I don’t do this more often. I am sure Jesus feels like a neglected friend. For someone who prides herself as one loyal friend to those whom I count as such, I feel bad that I have been remiss.
I looked around and felt recharged — and I hied off to start my day. Off to the Grand Central Market to cut through to 42nd Street to catch a bus to my side of Midtown. I couldn’t help it — I grabbed a caramel nut bar from my favorite chocolatier, Lilac. I walked down Grand Central but did not stop to take photographs like I’m wont to do whenever I find myself here. I have things waiting for me to be done back in the office, so I resisted the temptation to stay and linger. A quick stop at Papyrus was an excercise in futility — despite their finely crafted cards, they missed out on snagging the likes of Amanda Bradley whose prose had conveyed our sentiments via Hallmark cards for as long as I can remember. When the words we write cannot fully express what we mean in our hearts, there’s always a Hallmark card.
There was a time in my life when I wrote what, for me, were poems. I wrote a series I called “Prayers in Prose” which were essentially conversations with my God. It has been ages since inspiration visited so I haven’t had any recent works. I now write spontaneously here in my corner of the blogsphere. But on this day I just want to say Thank you for the blessings that have sustained me through to this day. I look out the window towards Midtown Manhattan and I see the sun peeking out. Hope springs eternal — even in the darkness, there is always the promise of a new day. So I close my eyes and I take a deep breath and I smile to the Heavens.. “Thank you, Lord, for all that you have brought into my life.. my happiness and strength all lie in You.”