After George Herbert
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 floret 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
Prayer of the One in whom we live and move.
Prayer the Church's banquet, angel's age,God's breath in man returning to his birth,The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage,The Christian plummet sounding heav'n and earth;Engine against the'Almighty, sinner's tower,Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear,The six-days-world transposing in an hour,A kind of tune which all things hear and fear;Softness, and peace, and joy, and love, and bliss,Exalted Manna, gladness of the best,Heaven in ordinary, man well dressed,The milky way, the bird of Paradise,Church bells beyond the stars heard, the soul's blood,The land of spices, something understood.
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