The Prayer of the Heart

it reads:
We are told that prayer is like
The winds which travel across
A sweet valley in spring
And carry aloft its fragrance
We are always at a loss
To know the hot iron to strike
We are two left feet in this dance
Insufficient to this thing
But broken is our dike
A hole shaped like a cross
Wind through the narrows does sing
And the soul breathes its expanse.
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

1 comment:

  1. Better to stumble with two left feet
    Towards mastery of this sacred dance
    Than master vain pursuits but to defeat
    Too few real foes though strong the stance.


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