Praying
This morning when I woke
I lay abed half dreaming
As I often do
My mind still loose and open
Remembering my dreams
I placed my hands together
Palms facing palms
Fingers closed and aligned
A “This I lay me down to sleep”
Body memory from my childhood
And I thought
Of the many different ways we pray
In this world so in need of prayer
Arms crossed or open wide
Hands resting open on one’s knees
Thumbs touching in a circle
One waving hand reaching up toward the sky
On our knees
Or prostrate upon the ground
Standing, sitting, walking, dancing
Swinging incense or snakes
We chant, we sing, we moan
We speak the ritual words by rote
We speak in tongues
And in every language
Ever known
We stutter, stumble and lisp
We pray in a silence deeper than our fears.
So many ways, all good
All right
God listens
The Great Mother holds us
The Spirit of Life
Moves within us
Will you pray with me?
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