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.
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
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5 comments:
Nice twist. Nicely put.
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 :)
Stupendous on many levels!
:)
Such a satisfying poem on so many levels, and oh - how I do love that first line.
All joy in life is a prayer and the deepest in the heart lovely poem Sue
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