In Prayer, What Does It Take

 What Does It Take

What does it take for a prayer to be complete

First one must check in his heart very deep

Then one must know the One he asks

Can deliver without a lapse

And does that One have a kind heart

To give with mercy so we can start

But deeper still, we come to see

The lack itself must come from we

Not for relief, not for escape

Not just to sweeten bitter fate

But to desire what He desires

To rise above these ego fires

A prayer is not the words we say

It’s when the heart has no other way

When all our strength is fully gone

And only unity lives on

When we can’t stand being apart

When separation breaks the heart

When only one request remains:

Connect us all above these chains

Then silence speaks, the tears align

Our lack becomes a single line

Not “give me light,” not “answer me,”

But make us fit for what You see

That’s when the prayer is truly whole:

One lack, one heart, one common soul.

The Only Help

“The Only Help”

We came to the work with empty hands,

Full of questions no one understands,

We thought the help was light or sight,

Some holy feeling, some inner might.

But every time the answer came,

It pointed back to the same old pain:

Not what we get, not what we feel,

But what we truly want is real.

We ask for strength, we ask for signs,

We ask for peace, for higher minds,

But all those prayers return again,

Revealing only self and gain.

So the work begins in the lack,

When we see the will to receive attack,

And in that place so dark and bare,

We find the only honest prayer.

We ask for the will to bestow,

Nothing more, nothing we know,

Not for light, not for reward,

Only to want what You want, Lord.

In the space between us, not in the mind,

There Dvekut lives, there we find,

Not in the answer, not in the view,

But in the desire to resemble You.

When does Dvekut truly appear?

Not when it’s sweet, not when it’s clear,

But when we see we cannot give,

And still choose bestowal to live.

Where does it happen? Not in the heart,

Not in one, but in the part

Where the Ten annul as one,

And self is lost in common run.

Why is the help so small, so thin?

Because the ego hides within,

Dressing itself in holy clothes,

Even our prayers it overthrows.

So the sign we’re walking true,

Is not the light, but the lack of You,

And from that lack, so deep, so real,

We ask for one thing: change our will.

We ask for the will to bestow,

Nothing more, nothing we know,

Not for light, not for reward,

Only to want what You want, Lord.

In the space between us, not in the mind,

There Dvekut lives, there we find,

Not in the answer, not in the view,

But in the desire to resemble You.