Listen to my humming,
for sometimes I catch all unaware
the rhythms of creation
and then music without words
rises in me to meet it,
and there is the joy of romping children
and dancing angels.
Listen to my blinking eyes,
for at certain moments
when sunlight strikes just right,
or stars pierce the darkness just enough,
or clouds roll around just so,
or snow kisses the earth into quietness,
everything is suddenly transparent,
and crows announce the presence of another world,
and dogs bark at it,
and something in me is pure enough
for an instant
to see your kingdom in a glance,
and so to praise you is a gasp -
quick,
then gone,
but it is enough.
Listen to me quickly, Lord.
Amen, and Amen.
We are indebted to the visionary gift of poetry that Ted Loder gives to us in this and many other pieces. Seek out his work and pray with him.
Ted Loder, Guerillas of Grace: Prayers for the Battle, Hear Me Quickly, Lord, p. 24
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