The Wasteland

 Part of my prayer life cultivates the rich soil of my soul.  This comes with beautiful prayers, liturgy of song and majestic music, stained glass windows and beautiful architecture.  It is relative easy to cultivate rich soil.  But now I seem called to cultivate the sandy soil of my soul that appears empty and barren of life.  At times, I wonder if I should not just pick up a good novel to entertain myself or do some helpful task with obvious results.  Be active and helpful.  The sandy soil is that part of the soul within which God hides all God’s spiritual richness.  How to cultivate?  Counter-intuitive.  Do nothing.  Wait. Be still.  Trust.  Be patient.  It is I who will grow from this seemingly barren soil.