Sometimes, perhaps, the question, <br />what is prayer? Am I missing <br />something too precious, not to know of? <br /> <br />Don’t ask. Instead, <br />peel a potato; scrub a carrot; <br />find there, prayer – <br /> <br />all your senses, all your faculties, <br />seeking the very source of things; <br />finding their own source; <br /> <br />focussed to a fine fine point <br />on knowledge; consciousness; and bliss; <br />and love; let’s not forget the love; <br /> <br />that’s prayer. Standing very still by <br />the childbed, the marriage bed, or the deathbed – <br />your whole being concentrated in a fine fine point; <br /> <br />so many perfections found to be <br />in so many perfect places, <br />in so many moments out of passing time. <br /> <br />And in the stillness after action, <br />prayer was there before you sought. <br />You were always prayer. <br /> <br />* <br /> <br />[after a thought from Plotinus]<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prayer-beyond-praying-for/
