Prelude: These songs, this website, these reflections are an attempt to make some sense of my prayer life and share it with others. I've read quite a bit about prayer from various religious traditions and realize the basic need that all people have to seek the truth. I have been fundamentally formed by my Catholic faith which teaches us that it is God who first seeks us. And so it follows that when prayer is at it's most profound...I believe we are not “praying” so much as we are "being prayed". With that being said, it is our part and we do have a freely given choice to actively participate in prayer. It is my hope that this website will help those who visit it to recognize our common path and perhaps may lead all of us into contemplation. These first 10 songs were originally inspired by a small group of Poor Clare nuns of whom my daughter was one. We would visit them twice a year and on most occasions, my wife made them a wonderful meal and afterwards we'd gather together and I'd play or "pray" many of these songs. They, with great humor, referred to these evenings in the monastery as, "Dinner and a show!" Of course there was no applause...only the sound of silence as these dedicated women reflected on or used the song to enter deeper into prayer. These songs are "inspired" in another sense as well, but perhaps no more poignantly than the way I was inspired to be a teacher, a father or a business man. Prayer has humbly taught me that God is at work constantly in all creation and in our lives from the practical to the sublime. The Holy Spirit is involved in each tick of my heart, and He is the same Almighty God who keeps the earth on its axis. When a myriad of ideas comes to me; I try to organize them and express their essence within my own body and at this moment in time. I often think that I am really in constant prayer...no, not on my knees or meditating, but every time I acknowledge the beauty or pain around me...my soul cries out. And I think of life as just one big prayer...blessed with joys and suffering, but always accompanied by a presence that can't possibly be described in word or song, but my soul can't help but try.