by stewart

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.



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Rev/Mrs. Judith A LaBonte August 6, 2012 at 11:23 pm

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


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