I pray every day. I pray to give thanks for my good fortune. I thank the powers that be and I thank God for my children, my friends, my health, my home, my sanity and my hope that springs eternal in spite of tremendous odds against it, often.
The blue Iris will come soon and there will always be stones – I have rock gardens. I don’t pray in words so much as I pray in activities – writing, reading, cooking, cleaning, sewing my scraps of fabric together, as I patch my words together for this blog, while living snippets of poetry.
“Something there is that doesn’t like a wall
That sends the frozen groundswell under it
And spills the upper boulders in the sun.”
“I must go down to the seas again
To the lonely sea and the sky”
“Let me not to the marriage of true minds
admit impediments.“ Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds.”
“God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me”
He hasn’t, not yet anyway and I pray he never does.
Now to listen for an answer.