[after joy's poem, "Prayers"]
When I thought of my prayer as a wish
and launched it into the dark,
it swam in a frolic like to a young fish,
and was promptly devoured by the night like a shark.
But when I thought of my prayer as a prayer,
it soared to the sky. Neither wish nor fear,
it called on God, in Whose sustaining care
I am held, and Who drew immediately near.
Starward
Author's Notes/Comments:
The second phrase in the sixth line is a variation of the Latin motto on my adopted family's ancient coat of arms: Nec metuas, nec optes. Today, at this late stage of my life, I learned that this motto (of which I have been aware since I was eleven years old, although I did not know its source until today) was first expressed as a poem by the Roman poet, Martial, in his Epigrams 10:47.
The link to Joy's poem is https://www.postpoems.org/authors/joy/poem/1109765
True prayer, communing and
True prayer, communing and drawing nigh, as against wishful thinking and using our imagined bankcard on that magnificent ATM in the Sky.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
Thank you very much for that
Thank you very much for that comment. You obviously understand Prayer in its theological meaning and importance, and I thank you for visiting my poem.
Starward