Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Bear Makes Up His Own Prayer

The Bear stalked his prey from downwind. He moved without noise, a silent shadow through the false light of dawn. It was a magnificent Stag drinking at the Fish Stream. If the Stag sensed the presence of the Bear, not even the Bear could chase him down, for he was faster and more agile than a pony.

Under his breath, Bear prayed, God, you give every beast his meat. Deliver brother Stag to your Bear to his health and your glory. Amen.

“That wasn’t half bad,” the Bear said to himself, louder than he intended, but his luck held, for brother Stag had not heard.

“Oh, Heavenly Father of man and beast,” he whispered, “this is your Bear, of creatures least. He begs that you his belly fill, if it be… be Thy Holy Will.”

He thought that sounded very nice. Now that was a prayer!

“Thou dost ride the Sun on high and shed Thy Mercy from Thine eye. Thou dost give wisdom to the Bee and strength to catch the Stag to me. Oh, fulgent light, splendif’rous throne, from magmite feet to…” Oh, dear, he had quite gotten himself boxed in with ‘throne,’ but that did not matter. “From magmite feet to sapprhite chrone! Upon the leprous clouds Thou ridest, like a big bird I must confidest! Many stars, Thy counting stones… are… are… scattered just like pony bones.”

No, no. That did not sound holy at all.

The Bear noticed the Stag was gone.

“Thanks for nothing, God. Bear tried really hard to pray, too.”

Later, his stomach rumbling, he told the whole story to Father Corbinian. He insisted on reciting his spendif’rous prayer, on which he had continued working all day.

“Excuse- Excuse me, Bear,” Father Corbinian interrupted. “I’m sure that’s considered very fine epic verse among bears, but I’ve had quite enough. I’m sure God has, too.”

“But, Father, Bear has many stanzas left. We’re coming to the best part. With mighty strength, and fur just the right length, my jaws are strong and my teeth are long! I crush the mountains ‘neath my paws, and bless all creatures with my laws. The only greater than the Bear, are you, O God, but You're way up there! Together we-”

“Bear! Bear! Stop!” Father Corbinian had clapped his hands to his ears.

“What?”

“No wonder you did not catch that Stag. He probably fled in horror. Bear, what’s wrong with the few prayers I taught you?”

“Bear thought it would be better to pray from his own heart. It doesn’t seem… sponshus when Bear uses Father’s prayers.”

But Father Corbinian was not sympathetic.

“It sounds less like praying than some bear who enjoys the sound of his own voice! Pray like I taught you, or, if you feel like being sponshus, whatever that’s supposed to mean, pray to God simply, from the heart. Something like, ‘God, please help me catch breakfast. Amen.’ Then give thanks no matter what. Now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s time for Vespers. Really, Bear, sometimes you’re just too much… too much Bear!”

2 comments:

  1. Very good. Reminds me of one of the incidents in my RCIA candidacy years ago, when I quite innocently asked one of the two "sisters" (in quotes because they dressed like schoolmarms and drove cars and lived in nice apartments) why we were not being taught any old Catholic prayers. I had discovered a few on my own and through EWTN, but they were never mentioned in our "sessions". We were not allowed to call them "classes" because RCIA is a process, you see, not a program. Whatever. But I digress. The schoolmarm/ sister told me "It's more important to just pray from your heart than to recite memorized or written-down prayers." Being unwilling to start an argument in class...er, session...I let it go, thinking to myself, "Isn't the Mass the recitation of memorized or written-down prayers? The Rosary? The Sacramental rites?" It sounded like Protestant thinking to me. Little did I know at that early stage of my Catholic development just how close I had come to figuring out what was going on behind the facade.

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  2. You write with such, I don't know what to call it, but it's so well done that I can see the whole thing happening in my mind's eye, just as natural as can be, a conversation between a puffed up bear and a saint. And all the while there is a jewel in there too. As usual, well done Bear.

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