Prayer
And draw lines around it
Prayer
Then I undraw the lines because
Prayer is not the thin thing I once thought
It is a big, wide, deep thing
An endless movement from many places
In, to one place
An open door between my heart and your heart
A trickle, a river, a flash flood
A quick dash for high ground
And a quiet wandering in a sunlit summer dusk
Prayer is an ache I carry in my heart
Wordless and deep
A waterfall making its inexorable way to you
An angry sea returning
Over and
Over
To the constant shore
Prayer is a bird song
Quick and telling
From back behind me in the bush
A yellow flower floating on a millpond sea
A shell
A leaf
A seed pod
A word
An image
A blue light
Inside me,
It is the pull toward you that never lets me go
Prayer is me waiting for you
And you waiting for me
You have really caprtured the hidden essence of the prayer life. Your gift with words used in the Christian life never ceases to amaze me :) Elizabeth
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