soundofmanywaters

 Prayer from the first, a new born baby’s cry And in the dying soul’s departing sigh. Defibrillation, jolting us to start The blood of life now beating through our heart. Prayer in the desert blooming all alone A rose whose sweetest scent to heaven is blown. Prayer in the hubbub, linking all in one As each lone flower leans toward the Sun. Prayer in the groaning of a world in pain The darkness weeping for the dawn again. Prayer in my faltering words of guilt and shame The quiet whisper of a healing name. A living water welling up from deep A soil that nurtures roots through winter’s sleep A fire that blazes out yet brings no death A breeze, a gale, the sharing of a breath. Prayer at the cross’s foot, an agony That dives down deeper than I’ll ever be. Prayer at its height that, jabbing at the sky Pierces the Father’s heart with my heart’s cry. Prayer reaching out, a cosmos to embrace And gather all its prodigals in grace. Prayer in the depth, height, length and breadth of love Praye...