Friday, September 12, 2008

Picked up a book of prayers at a book sale in school last week.
The beautiful little prayers within resemble poetry.

Let us pray for wisdom. Let us pause from
thinking and empty our mind. Let us stop the
noise. In the silence let us listen to our heart. The
heart which grows buried alive. Let us be still and
wait and listen carefully. A sound from the deep,
from below. A faint cry. A weak tapping. Distant
muffled feelings from within. The cry for help.

We shall rescue the entombed heart. We shall
bring it to the surface, to the light and the air. Nurse
it and listen to its story. The heart's story of pain and
suffocation, of darkness and yearning. We shall help our
feelings to live in the sun. Together again we shall find
relief and joy

I'm not the prayerful sort but i know and appreciate
beautiful writing when i see it. Touch us, move us,
take us away.