My Chamber
Category : Thoughts
I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in and invite God and His angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and His angels for the noise of a fly, the rattle of a coach, the whining of a door I talk on, in the same posture of praying, eyes lifted up, knees bowed down, as though I prayed to God, and, if God, or His angels should ask me, when I thought last of God in that prayer, I can not tell. Sometimes, I find that I had forgotten what I was about, but when I had forgotten, I can not tell. A memory of yesterdays pleasures, a fear of tomorrows dangers. A straw under my knee, a noise in mine ear, a light in mine eye, an anything, a nothing, a fancytroubles me in my prayer.
Song for Meditation:” No Longer Slaves”
