Sunday, March 31, 2013

The Prayer


“If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone, Or in the deep, deep woods, And I'd look up into the sky—Up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky, That looks as if there was no end to its blueness. 
And then I'd just feel a prayer.” 
~~Anne Shirley,
Anne of Green Gables

The Prayer

The narrow door opens wide
Just room enough for one
To step inside the damp stone walls
And say a prayer to God

 The air falls quiet all is still
No bird is heard, no sound at all
Neath the hushed and silent trees
This sacred place begs bended knee

Words are offered to the sky
With gratitude and humble heart
Spoken softly though they are 
They carry up to heaven

Stirring from the quiet place
Stepping out to all I see
The feeling of the prayer goes on
In stones and earth and tree

A. Rich