Traveler: “Holy One, speak to me of prayer.”
Master: “As the robin serenades the morning
And offers thanks for another day,
In this way, prayer is a song
That arises from the heart.
As the mother caresses the babe
And her heart swells with love,
In this way, prayer is sweeter
Than the rarest wine.
As the sun travels the heavens
And heralds the morning,
In this way, prayer is the work
That we must do.
Prayer takes endless forms
And many times we are confined
To the ritual of praying.
True prayer is performing
All the tasks of the day as God’s servant.
Remember, we pray to the Beloved
Because we need God.
The Most High
Does not need our prayers.
-SB
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prayer is a song – i always feel a power move through me when i sing, esp. when i sing well. Even if the song’s words are neutral or romantic – i.e. not a hymn or spiritual chant of “worship music” – i’ve felt like i was praying
as for the final statement, GOOD POINT!
j/L “Granny” Matrika / Rolling Buffalo Woman