Prayer from a closet
Enter into a closet to pray, said Jesus,
so that, perhaps, we shall find in its solitude
and darkness that our every prayer is from a closet
built of skin, blood and bones; set upon an earthen floor,
thatched roof of logic and reason,
studs of habit, crossbeams of time and space.
Windowless to let not in the revealing, relieving light;
wrapped in our dark, solid, clapboard ignorance;
constructed by the Self to hide Himself from Himself
and experience the isolation, vulnerability
and limitation which are and have always been
the shadow of His infinite, omnipotent Everything.
O child of God, to move closer to freedom
become ever cognizant of your bindings.
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