As I prepared for Mass this morning, I felt as if everything has already been done. What more can we do today? Then I spied a hawk, perched on the schoolyard fence - an unusual spot for any bird to select, but unusually quiet today. It was motionless, set at an angle to survey the entire flat, grassy field. And it sat, and sat for minutes on end, patiently waiting for breakfast to appear or perhaps just to rest before a busy day of foraging.
After the great feast of Easter, we must be patient, watchful, alert for the Lord. The hawk might have appeared to be doing nothing, but was actually quite busy. Hawks would be great at prayer.