Rejoice always; pray without ceasing; in everything give thanks;
for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.
1 Thessalonians 5
Photo by C Scodova
Prayer awakens me
as the wandering guest of first light
stepping slowly through the field's green-fire,
the plush of trees.
Prayer arrives in the redolence of spring rain
spilling fragrancies of the leaf-stirred earth,
blossoms' silk sachets
through the open window.
Prayer nudges its rounded shoulder
softly as my child climbs,
in the heavy, shadow-shaped night,
into the deep refuge of our covers.
Prayer is gliding over our shingled-
sleep like glass wings
through the pale slips of sky;
the everlasting horizon of love.