I pray differently now
No bells, whistles, thou’s or therefore’s
I pray mostly like a fool
Just foolish enough to trust silence
Will laugh at my arrogance
And bandage my wounds
I pray like a man who knows endings
And who trusts next steps
I pray like a man determined to make friends
Life is too short for making enemies.
I pray…to become prayer
“I pray… to become a prayer”
I need this line framed and hung above every mirror in my house <3
“I pray…to become prayer” is such a lovely turn in this poem–I really feel this one 🙂
Thanks so much. I really struggled with this poem, partly because of the topic but also because I was tired! Thank goodness for editing. But for sure, that last line will stay. Thanks for the feedback!
I agree with the previous comments and Happy 60th!!! I agree with your thoughts in this poem and love this poignant line: ‘I pray like a man who knows endings’…
You, sir are not a poet for one day! I love the juxtaposition of faith and doubt, truth and heresy. The ‘religious’ called Jesus a heretic but He was anything but. Gorgeous final line: “I pray…to become prayer”. Beautifully done.
Oh,, I love this poem!! I love the line…”I pray to become a prayer.”. “Will laugh at my arrogance and bandage my wounds.”-Another beautiful line!There are many great lines in this poem. Great imagery. Yes, we pray differently as we age. It is hard to imagine that you had difficulty with this poem as it seems to flow so effortlessly. Wonderful!
You wrapped up the human experience of faith in a beautiful bundle here! Well done!
Beautiful sentiments! Thank you!