Prayer is not a thing to get done,
but rather a coming undone —
letting go of all the handholds
we cling to so tightly,
feeling our bodies pull away
from the cliff face we’re scaling.
It is being certain that
uncertainty can’t kill us,
and that getting to the top
is not true victory anyway.
Prayer is coming undone
until all we have are eyes
for the miraculous.
Love this so much. I keep going back to it and reading throughout the day!
thank youuuu! i’m so glad that it resonated so much! It’s crazy and magical to me when people read stuff i write and experience it for themselves.
Ingrid, I read a lot of poetry these days. This is easily one of my favorites—one I will save and come back to for its beauty and truth. From those first profound lines on through, I love the way you turn phrases in this piece. Thanks for writing and sharing your poetry! 🙂
wow, michael thanks for these encouraging words! It’s so amazing for me to hear when something i wrote really resonates with others. i’m little by little, poem by poem finding my voice and beginning to embrace myself as a poet. i really appreciate hearing feedback! You have been good inspiration to me to with such regular creating you’ve been doing!