Prayer to a
Not-So-Hidden God
A Prayer in Adoration
O God of the Masquerade,
I see you, although masked in a wafer of bread.
I hear you, although in silent stillness.
I feel you, although no mortal being dares to touch my leprous skin.
Oh, how wonderful it would be
to see,
to hear,
to feel
you in your wonderous, unspeakable power!
And I pray, someday I will.
But for now, I am content with
the masquerade, the silence,
for I am not fooled by its ordinariness.
For you have rubbed spit-moistened mud onto my eyes, and now I see.
You have touched my ears and whispered, "Ephphatha! Be open!" and now I hear.
You have touched my leprous soul with gentle, loving, caring, merciful, healing hands,
and I feel you . . .
Here.
With me.
Now.
In this moment.
When I call out to You.
When I need to see,
When I need to hear,
When I need to feel.
O Divine Mystery,
I desire my eyes never again to be blinded by the ungodly,
my ears never to be deafened by the blaring din of the world,
my senses never to be numbed by all the pleasures that can never satisfy.
May I be content, for the rest of my days, with the Holy Masquerade,
O Not-So-Hidden God,
till that day when the veil is removed,
the silence is replaced by the song of angels,
and I feel loving, powerful, yet gentle arms
hold me in embrace.
