How Prayer Works
Or, even perhaps, you cannot remember the feel of the light, beloved.Oh heavens above.Oh chasm below.Hither and thither.Oh chaos composed.So,spill out the tumbleof your words.They might be all you have left.And,Don't forget to use them deftly.In the absence of lightbaptise the voidwith a scapelsharp insight,and a name of your choice.
This poem connects with me deeply. Some days I try and fail to remember the "feel of the light." Maybe you have days like that, too.
But I love how the poet urges the reader to "spill out the tumble of your words" because "They might be all you have left."
This is what prayer is to me at times--the spilling of words, an offering to the Universe, a collection of pleas, rants, and even simple statements that are all I have now.
And our prayers can become "In the absence of light," a baptism that offers some illumination in the void of our particular chaos, doubt, and even our heartfelt gratitude.
So pray however you can and in whatever way you feel. Say the words that come tumbling out of you, and say them out loud if you must. Because the One to whom you pray is listening, but so are you.
May your prayers be heard and answered in surprising and insightful ways. May you find a new connection to God that you never dreamed of. May you find in your words a new name for yourself and a new way to go.
And may the grace and peace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you now and always. Amen.