Prayer of Remembering

There is a light I once knew,
a quiet flame beneath the world’s noise.
Now it wakes again within me,
calling by the old names I had forgotten.

I do not reach for it —
it reaches for me.
It finds me in breath, in birdsong,
in the shimmer that lingers after prayer.

Let me walk gently in its warmth.
Let my heart stay open to its nearness.
May I remember that this brightness
is not elsewhere, but here —
in this body, this day, this love.

When the way grows dim,
remind me:
the Presence has not gone,
only my noticing.
Teach me to listen again,
to live as one who remembers.

Amen.