It is NOT just a hymn
Nor words to a pretty song
It is as real
And as deep
A wish
As I have ever known
Some mornings I surprise myself. I think I am just living
along the surface of Today, showing up here at the appointed time, writing like
I breathe, BEcause there is no other choice for me.
And I am so very wrong.
This morning I feel full of something I canNOT wrap words
nor even my thoughts round. It is a prayer, my prayer, and it is a prayer of
Peace.
Peace in hearts. Peace in minds. Peace for the young. Peace
for the old. Peace we can understand and see and touch. Peace that is in the
wind or in a wave or in the wonder of a baby’s smile.
Peace BEtween. Peace among. Peace in the city. Peace in the
country. Peace in a whisper. Peace in an inglorious shout. Peace around tables.
Peace that rides starlight.
My prayer is such a simple one. It’s borrowed words for
goodness sake!! It isn’t original or new or in any way improved. Prayer doesn’t
need upgrades. It is ready to go out of the box. No batteries nor any charging
up required.
Prayer is as simple as breathing and, as essential for Life.
I love you, Currie
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