I pray to you.
Because I want to.
Not so much to ask
As to bring up my wish, hope and intent to a higher realm.
Not because I feel separate from you
Or think it to be so
But out of the awareness that we are one.
I pray with love, with silence;
Sometimes I pray because
There is nothing else that I can do or think of.
How do I repent, redeem, begin afresh without prayer?
I long to become the prayer
I long to free myself of my self imposed chains
And I trust it can be done;
But I also know that I need help
And I am not hesitant in asking for it.
For asking for anything which is bound to come
Only confirms it even more and welcomes it lovingly
And asking for something which I don’t yet realize is redundant
Takes its own course anyway,
Making me richer with the lesson left in its wake.
How am I less by praying?
How am I being futile?
I am not here to condemn, judge or justify prayer
Just to revel in its sanctity and fervour,
To remind myself of its truth and power.
For whether I think my prayer is heard or not-it doesn’t matter
It is something more than just mental chatter
Apart from whatever else it makes me feel
What matters is that it makes me aware, whole,
Bringing in a quietness of its own;
Making me come closer to myself, to home.
For even if I disappear, prayer remains
What if there was no one to pray and nothing to pray for?
Prayer would still prevail
As a connection, a remembrance,
It is after all, a union’s essence.
