There are a million ways to pray, many roads we could take that would lead to the same place.
There's one thing I feel to be true about it: no matter how you pray or what you pray for, prayer is a lot like love.
However you practice living a spiritual life, I hope this poem about prayer inspires how you love. (And I think this art print speaks volumes.)
In the end, it's all about how we've loved, isn't it?
A temple, or a green field,
a place to enter
in which to feel.
Being part of a moment.
Finding peace in a mystery,
answers in the silence,
room in the heart.
The service that comes
after sorrow, the tears
that fall from joy, or beauty,
when you climb the height of a mountain,
for miles and miles.
This is a place where prayer lives.
housed in a holy place;
Where the heart is, absolutely,
there is space for prayer to draw breath.
It is being a child of the earth
seeking companionship with the trees,
giving until the giving
feels like receiving.
It is loving each breath, truly loving it.
It is a love — the same love — that,
no matter which way you turn it,
you can't see where it began
nor even consider where it might end.
In the end, prayer is a lot like love.
Isn't it more than asking,
but also in the listening?
Isn't it more than an act,
but also a stillness?
More than two hearts in conversation,
more than a communion with nature,
isn't it the closing of the gap
two hearts beating
In the beginning,
prayer speaks of love but
it is much more than a means.
Prayer itself, is love.
The same love.
The same love.
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What from this poem speaks to your life right now? How do you love, or, what feels like love to you?
Tell me in the comments. I'd love to know what prayer (and love) means to you.
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