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Pray and Work — Ora et Labora
A Hymn to Consciousness
All thought unfolds in the in-between.

When I only work, I bury myself.
In my sacrifice, I become a tool —
available to all.
In those moments, I am merely an actor
in the stories of others,
forgetting who I truly am.

If I dwell only in prayer,
I lose the sense of my fellow beings.
Man does not live by bread alone —
and yet, I too live by bread.
If I cannot provide it myself,
I depend on others to care for me.
And in that dependence,
I am robbed of the chance
to serve, to share, to love.

Only when the balance between work and prayer is still
can I be at peace —
and that peace points toward you,
you who dwell in the in-between.

Each of us carries a space within,
meant for God —
a space we fill, knowingly or not,
with longing.
But God’s space is not merely “between”;
it lies at the center —
the balance of prayer and work,
of all that lives between them.

When I am centered, you are here.
You call me to nurture, through work and prayer,
what is born in the space between —
your design.

If I pause, breathe, and listen,
I hear what emerges between the words.
Today I will not call you by a name
that exists outside of me.
You are everywhere.
Each breath can be inspiration —
a chance to welcome you.

If only I allow your love
to fill every corner
prepared for you.

How can I love others
if I do not first love myself?
Through the soul, I see the hearts of others;
through their souls, into their hearts.
I see myself in them,
and them in me —
and that is what makes me who I am.

I understand how near we truly are,
if only we allow ourselves to be.
I know that today,
in honest work, I may die to the old
and be born into the new.
Through prayer, I may shape the path
that is worthy to walk.

The goal is not only what I seek —
it must become a part of me.
And if the goal is part of me,
then it is the path itself.

The path is God’s design —
the sacred space between you and me.
The judgments and gazes of others may wound me,
for in prayer I long,
and in prayer I fear.
And the One who guides the prayer
guides me as well.

I guide only myself —
myself, when in my heart
I feel all others as one with me.
With others in my thought,
my prayer does not end within me —
it flows like music,
filling the nearness around us.

Nearness knows no distance.
And if I am truly one,
there is no need to build bridges,
nor to tear them down in defense.

Thus, life itself becomes prayer.
Forgive me when I close my heart —
even when I close it to myself.

Your voice resounds
when each finds their own.
I pray and I work.
All reflection happens in the in-between.
And there, at the center —
you are part of me.