Apr 13 2008
Prayer
I tried to meditate one morning but was unable to overcome the dryness I felt. Instead I wrote this poem that reflected accurately my feelings.
“Prayer”
How to recover peace,
To be freed of mind chatter
Calling attention to all
That hangs without result
In dim curtained corridors?
In silence I converse
But with whom,
Is it prayer or mutterings
Of one lost in an endless
Stretch of sand?
Carried by the Spirit
I read and prayed
Before first light
But wonder now on
What wind and to where?
Do you speak before my thoughts,
How do I know you are there,
What am I to be when weary,
Even discouraged - is it too much
To ask - please hoist a sign - a flag?
