Note: As a personal, spiritual discipline, I write a prayer for each of the forty days of Lent; each petition focusing on a theme, truly, relating to a care or concern weighing on my mind and heart, at times, vexing my soul and spirit…
On thinking too much: Sometimes (all the time?), Lord, I think too much about the world, about my self; sometimes thinking that if I think long and hard enough, I will, I can resolve – or, at least (at last?), catch a glimpse of an answer to – the questions of life and the riddles of my self that roil my soul and keep me restless and awake at night. Yet, the more I think (Ha! My dear Lord, I see the irony of thinking more about thinking too much!), I have come to this discernment for today: Too much thought without end is wearying; falling short of even Sisyphean success, for I never seem to get very far, oft unable to roll the stone of my wondering, my worrying beyond the bottom of the hill of my daily wrestling. Hence, I become a martyr, slain by the barbs of my ceaseless inquisition, my interrogation without end of my self. Today, if but for an instant, I pray that You quiet the noise of my inner censorious chorus that I, listening only for the “sound of sheer silence”, ever the pacific introit to Your coming, may know again the wisdom of trusting and resting in Your Love. Amen.
 I refer to Sisyphus of Greek mythology, who, punished by Zeus for treachery, was forced endlessly, eternally to push a great stone up a hill only to have it roll down, calling him to repeat the action. Truly, the term “Sisyphean” is a metaphor applying to any labor that is time-and-energy-extensive-and-intensive and futile.
 See I Kings 19.11-13 (my emphasis): (The word of the Lord came to Elijah, saying) “Go out and stand on the mountain before the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.” Now there was a great wind, so strong that it was splitting mountains and breaking rocks in pieces before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake; and after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire a sound of sheer silence. When Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his mantle and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave. Then there came a voice to him that said, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”