Tuesday, October 1, 2013

A Little Prayer

“What pleases Him is that He sees me loving my littleness and my poverty.”
                                                                                        St Therese of the Child Jesus

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Who can press back
 the mountain of night?
Grasp the petals 
of morning 
slipping
 through 
the fields of light?
Or keep 
the song rising out
from the small voice,
where everything is falling
in vaporous flux:
these prayers becoming
the edges of hills 
holding 
the little we are
to the mist 
  of the earth. 








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5 comments:

  1. Lora DoloresOctober 1, 2013 at 8:20 PM

    Such a sweet poem! So heartfelt! So powerful in its sweetness!

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  2. The Mad-Eyed MonkOctober 2, 2013 at 9:50 AM

    Thank you so much!! So glad you stopped by!! St Therese is powerful in her infinite sweetness!!! God Bless....

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  3. AnonymousOctober 2, 2013 at 7:47 PM

    Oh, Cynthia, you're right -- it is different for you. But it is perfect. So tight in its construction. So focused and direct. Indeed, it is divinely inspired! It is a gem.

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  4. PatriciaOctober 3, 2013 at 12:02 PM

    Simple and beautiful...just like Therese. I think she would love this poem! Thank you!

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    1. The Mad-Eyed MonkOctober 3, 2013 at 12:52 PM

      I can only hope it pleases her! Your posts about her have been so influencing as of late!! Thank YOU again and again....God Bless dear friend.....prayers and light for you...

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