It is not with the lyre of someone in love that I go seducing people. The rattle of the leper is what sings in my hands. Jane Kenyon

Saturday, September 29, 2007

MY OTHER THINGS

M Y O T H E R T H I N G S

A Prayer: I desire above all things that my other things come
under the lordship of my Everything.

Yesterday, when I was praying, I caught
Myself thinking about other things.

I felt like a bird that did not
Dutifully sing the song it was taught.

I was distraught until the sudden
Revelation, sweet and sharp, “A bird
In a golden cage may not sing
The song his captor wants to hear.”

Today when I am thinking about
Other things, I catch myself praying.

And now I know, in the way
A homing bird knows. A never learned
Knowledge that I am a songbird
Fast becoming the Song.

5 comments:

Masago said...

Nice twist. Nicely put.

Merryweather said...

This is such a beautiful poem with a deep meaning...
"Today when I am thinking about
Other things, I catch myself praying."
God bless your journey! Amen :)

"Angeldust" said...

Stupendous on many levels!
:)

pbsweeney said...

Such a satisfying poem on so many levels, and oh - how I do love that first line.

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

All joy in life is a prayer and the deepest in the heart lovely poem Sue