Learning How to Pray

What is this day?
Not mine to say
Not mine to plan or do-
All my works and prayers are ashes
Without love, and without You.

Jesus, all my strivings
Have melted by Your fire
I die in bliss inside Your blaze,
Fainting in the force of Your desire

No prayer, no ritual could mean
More to such a haunted King.
The dross of all my driven prayers
Is cast away; for naught he cares,
But to hear my breathless breath
Echoing against His chest.

What is this day? Only a passing
Of the time from sun to sun,
In which I learn to hear the hearbeat
Of the Ravished, Holy Son.