Prayer

I occasionally ask friends who are of a religious bent if prayer is always in the form of a conversation with God.  Does prayer ever have any other form?  Is any other form possible?  Some are surprised by the very question, that obviously prayer is a conversation, always a conversation—by definition prayer is expressing our appreciation, our praise, our desires, our will to do better.  How else could we do this except in words?

If so, then I am not a praying man.

But if walking along a mowed path through a field of shimmering goldenrod and drifting milk weed seed under a bright dome of deep blue sky, in full awe of the power in life, if that is also prayer, then I pray like a monk.

I thought perhaps my question was too new-wave to be serious, but this short poem in a recent New Yorker, validates both forms:

“Prayer” by Lia Purpura.  The New Yorker, 11/19/2012

Its occasion
could be
a spot of sun,
bar sign, label
on jeans,
carnation, red
light where you
wait and
gratitude hits.
Or a name
the length
of a subway car
that only makes sense
when you say it aloud
in your head
as it passes.

RWalck@Verizon.net

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About Roger Walck

My reasons for writing this blog are spelled out in the posting of 10/1/2012, Montaigne's Essays. They are probably not what you think.
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