What of our prayers and praying?
They are like a hand reaching for help and comfort
And something solid for ourselves and others,
A song we make up as we go along,
Expressing our sometimes honest,
Sometimes rehearsed pleas and praise.
A way of drawing near to one who knows us,
A way of standing with the one who gave all
On that lonely Gethsemane night,
Waiting with him, like waiting with a child
Who fears the dark and asks for our company.
A means of discovering more than we can know
Merely by our own efforts and means,
A way of discovering the nature and character
Of the one who created our nature and character.
A light in the dark, a calming voice in the night,
A way home, a path to redemption,
A friend in the chaos and the muddle,
A way of finding forgiveness, and forgiving
Ourselves and one another.
An anchor in the inevitable storms,
A refuge when life’s weathers batter us once more.
A smile when we feel surrounded by scowls.
A way of absorbing divine kindness and generosity.