Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

Friday, August 30, 2013

Hear My Prayer

Everybody prays whether [you think] of it as praying or not. The odd silence you fall into when something very beautiful is happening or something very good or very bad. The ah-h-h-h! that sometimes floats up out of you as out of a Fourth of July crowd when the sky-rocket bursts over the water. The stammer of pain at somebody else's pain. The stammer of joy at somebody else's joy. Whatever words or sounds you use for sighing with over your own life. These are all prayers in their way. These are all spoken not just to yourself but to something even more familiar than yourself and even more strange than the world.     Frederick Buechner


Hear my prayer

as I sit here watching the sun crawl across the valley where I was born
hear my prayer

as I think about friends I have had my whole life
hear my prayer

as I struggle with things done and undone
and sink into my anxiety
hear my prayer

as I look at the latest picture of my granddaughter
hear my prayer

as I sip my first cup of coffee
hear my prayer

Help me to remember
That all of life becomes a prayer

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