tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318336415310434967.post1448381328871296895..comments2023-05-30T04:18:17.711-07:00Comments on The Mad-Eyed Monk: All Souls' PrayersThe Mad-Eyed Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01033013996246941498noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318336415310434967.post-17529753624328340512015-11-09T10:06:20.181-08:002015-11-09T10:06:20.181-08:00Mm. I love this. I love poems about prayer candl...Mm. I love this. I love poems about prayer candles. I love the intensity of this piece that comes, I think, from the yoking of our prayer-candle-flames and God's sacred/burning/"brilliant" heart ("burning crucible/of love."). To be yoked like that, to feel yoked to God in this way is a great comfort. I love thinking about how something as light as flames can carry something as heavy as grief, and I love thinking about prayers as "heavy.". I love, too, the linking of our heart in the beginning to God's heart at the end and how prayer does this. This poem, even in its sometimes challenging subject, is a joy to read. I'm so happy to know it. Blessing to you always! Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com