All my life has been a relearning to pray--a letting go of incantational magic, petition, and the vain repetition "Me Lord, me," instead watching attentively for the light that burns at the center of every star, every cell, every living creature, every human heart.
Chet Raymo
Van Gogh
Oh Lord
that I may remove
this mountain of self
carrying in my small pail
want and fear
quartz gleaming.
The moment calls out
like the tender tips of rain,
the nets of branches mars slips through,
the inexplicability of darkness
coming over the water of air:
the sanctity of creation's chanting prayer.
Oh why do I carry away
and pile back
these pails of self?
How long?
While joy pulses
through every cell.
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