If life is
a prayer
You stood
up for us – even towards the end
when You
couldn’t walk without help.
Insisted on
Eruch reading the prayers
and You
arose to participate,
mandali on
either side for support,
gesturing
for Eruch to go ever faster
because of
the strain. You are
If life is
a prayer I am nearing my amen.
Early on,
as I was making it up, seemingly
without
support from You, it never amounted
to more
than a periodic, desperate plea.
But over
the years, You’ve shown me how to pray,
(not done
with me yet), incrementally
changing
the heart of my prayers from I to You,
a metaphor
for You becoming more and more
the heart
of whoever it is offering my prayer
to Whoever
it is Who receives it.
O child of
God, the perfect prayer is a silent,
continuous
obeisance from the very core.
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