Another Kind of Prayer

When injustice tangles my

lifeline

between here

and what is real,

 

I awaken to 

the ordinary,

the everyday,

the devotion of

mountain laurels—

 

how could I have 

missed them?

 

And the robins

throwing flames around 

their twisted villages,

the hemlock

like ghostly brides:

 

it all appears

when the mind and the

rain-washed air

are one,

when the wind is

theater I want to

know personally— 

a gateway to the 

Otherworld or just

a better form

of now,

 

where the scent is

feverish activity,

where countless 

tiny lives join

countless others in the 

single goal to 

just be here.

 

They know what ambition is,

and it has nothing to do

with the things

I care about.

 

And now they are

drawing me into

their tin chants,

their sky, their love,

their beliefs,

 

now rage is a waste

of limited strength in a 

limited life,

resentment just

another hissing spark

on the river that 

spits out the

fallen sky

and grumbles for me,

 

and I wonder if it's wise

to pray while the

river is teaching,

 

and if God, 

who loves in a way 

I never could, wrote

this epic of birth and death

and mystery in between,

 

then how should I speak

when the oaks

said it best

long before I was born?

 

So I'll enter the

silence

and sit in a chapel

of grass

along with the crane who

thinks he is God,

and a thousand sun-gorged

quiet marvels,

 

and I'll step out of my

old shattered self

and stare and please God

with my wonder,

 

till the earth is small

again— 

 

a cluster of jewel tones

and souls

sharing the vastness,

 

a prayer

 

from this point of view.

 

Patricia Joan Jones 

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This prayer could be part of

This prayer could be part of a formal worship service; it is a modern-day psalm in every sense of the word.  And it contains one of your most magnificent phrases, "and souls / sharing the vastness."  Wow.  I truly believe that even if I forgot my own name, or where I left my keys, I would still remember youe profound poems, and your very intense phrases that convey such deep meaning.  I believe you are one of the Great Stars of postpoems. 


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That just may be greatest

That just may be greatest compliment anyone has ever given my work. And it came from a poet l highly regard. What could I possibly say? A million times: thank you! 

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Images Rock Here

”...the wind is theater...” miraculous line!


 

 

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Thank you so much for that

Thank you so much for that thrilling feedback! 

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Yes it is.  Her poems contain

Yes it is.  Her poems contain many memorable phrases.  She should have her own quotation book in libraries across the land.


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Epic encouragement from a

Epic encouragement from a fine poet. You made my day, no, my week. Countless thank you's. 

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Thank you so much! I value

Thank you so much! I value your opinion. Patricia

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It's so magical how easily

It's so magical how easily nature can calm and soothe and fill our lungs and hearts and minds just by being simply there. All we have to do is breathe and let it be part of us. I love the way you do church giving voice to all the "little" things that are everything. Your words are praise's to God and Gaia and blessings to me.

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Thank you for your deep and

Thank you for your deep and eloquent observations of my work, and for understanding that our connection to spirit transcends dogma. I value your opinion. Many thanks.

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life is a mystery that man

life is a mystery that man can not copy or understand

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Thank you for your insights.

Thank you for your insights. Well said. Patricia

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you`re welcome

you`re welcome