Thursday, April 5, 2012

On Prayer

You ask me how to pray and I say, you tell me.

tell me how it's water boiling over pot's edge a squeaking
floorboard hit upon each morning tell me about the full stop
nursing tiny secrets the spaces between words the listless
dreaming the to-do lists rustling loudly in the back
ground how the images dance and settle trees planted
by streams growing tall their leaves turning blonde in
the light of the alpha and omega the one that is and is to come

Tell me how to pray, you ask. And I say, you tell me.

6 comments:

Kath said...

Soph.
this is lovely. i want to quote my favourite bit but its so ripe with titbits and touches of life that i want to quote it all. i am going to stick it on my wall.
thanks for telling me what you think. i hear you.

Lucidus said...

I love this, Soph! Thanks so much!

Joanna Hayes said...

I heart you.

Ali said...

I did like this one Soph! By the way, I have tagged you in a poetic meme, which I thought you might enjoy - but no obligation attached!

Hannah said...

Are you too busy with your BF to blog?

Not cool

;)

sophg said...

OI Hannah. Not cool.