I could not think a prayer,
and so instead I found one –
spreading low and white
along the river below
and for an hour, together
we were slow and driftless
with only the vague intent
to flit and lift,
which is prayer enough
in a temple of trees
making acolytes of ravens
and hymns of the leaves
© Sarah Whiteley
Perhaps one of the best prayers one could find.
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Both beautiful and profound, Sarah.
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Beautiful. This could easily serve for one who has no need for prayers.
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I love this, Sarah – beautiful as always. ❤️
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Thank you kindly! 🙂
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Just received announcement from your publisher! Will be pre-ordering your book. 😊❤️
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❤ You got the postcard already? So happy that those are going out! And thank you!
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Yes, received the postcard before finding your post on WP. Wishing you much success! ❤️
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This brings me close to tears, Sarah. Some years ago I noticed that I can never approach too close to Love (and I mean the real kind here, not all the sham, the self-centred and the masquerades) without the tear ducts stirring.
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Love is certainly a powerful thing. An emotional response to its presence seems entirely appropriate to me, especially in this day and age. ❤
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Agreed. 🙂 Meanwhile my comment fermented into a poem. Thank you for this.
https://bennaga.wordpress.com/2019/04/26/made-for-one-another/
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