i have always wondered what it would be like to be a contemplative sort of person, with a deep and rich spiritual interior connection and resonance with God. it has always been discipline for me, rather than a feature or a first impules of mine as my sort of person. my prayers are more often on the move attempting to do something, like change the world. praying is definitely doing something, i just tend to be on the move a part of the cause.
i was thinking about this the other day while reading a book of poems by wendell berry.
i like the part about the "thump" and the picture of passion at the end - when thinking about prayer.
AN EMBARRASSMENT
"Do you want to ask
the blessing?"
"No. If you do,
go ahead."
He went ahead:
his prayer dressed up
in Sunday clothes
rose a few feet
and dropped with a soft
thump.
If a lonely soul
did ever cry out
in company its true
outcry to God,
it would be as though
at a sedate party
a man suddenly
removed his clothes
and took his wife
passionately into his arms.
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