There are spaces in life
In which, more than pray,
You become prayer.
It is as if every tiny bit of you
Stretches upward,
Leans forward
In supplication;
Every cell with microscopic hands
There are spaces in life
That feel like
You can’t pray
But you are prayer.


2 thoughts on “Prayer

  1. I can relate to this. There have been times in my life – recently – that I was emotionally, intellectually and physically not able to pray. Pray is like love – it is a choice. Of course, God doesn’t give up on any of us and doesn’t accept the choice not to pray. I prayed in different ways through my thoughts and actions. Gradually, I came to my senses and got back on track – and I am so much happier now. So, therefore, your poem is so perfect – I became prayer.

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