Prayer - Raymond Leonard - 17 Jan 02greenspun.com : LUSENET : Experience into Words : One Thread |
WantBy nature consumes
Distraction
Bursting in
Raised-palm flames
Out of hollow
Nothingness
Emptying home of
All folds of warmth
All surety of furrows
All shelves of time
All of all.
-- Anonymous, January 17, 2002
I know, as if it was my only sure knowledge, that I have yet somewhere to visit. Someplace palpable, as though just beneath the skin; familiar, if hungry depth can be such. When I ask about it my words like bell-hammers call out to the universe, call in to my being, calling attention to the Word. In this Word I begin to move; I turn a corner; and I see, a place is open for me. A place of intimate whispering with and a place of open telling of. This Word has become my place of prayer.
-- Anonymous, January 17, 2002