After Jesus was taken up into Heaven.
All those joined in continuous prayer.
Their first thought was prayer, life’s leaven
That transforms our life for the better.

What is prayer but placing oneself
In the presence of the Lord?
They had gone just a short Sabbaths walk away, their grief to engulf.
But we ourselves have never crossed this holy presence’s ford.

Our prayer is distant and doubting.
Tentative, distracted, and questioning.
Our pride slowly humbled.
A difficult rock strewn path walking.

But they who had seen so much, would see him no more on this earth walking.
We are no less than they in that upper room praying.