I wish I could pray like a statue,

Frozen in purpose,

Locked in desire to serve,

Distracted by nothing,

Aware of no thing, on earth,

Except the love radiated from the image she views.

Receptive but immovable,

Her clothes, and body, eyes and mind transfixed on God.

No cause to blink or think of any earthly trinket,

Unaware of the snow, the rain, the sun,

Always there kneeling, adoring, listening to her Annunciation of the Heart.

Let me be that statue just for a moment.

An instant when all will be clear.