Praying In The Back Of The Mind

There are prayers that slip between our

sacred urges and go into the dark places

we dare not name. They are with us

even when we are not looking for them.

They help us pray without ceasing, light

the alleyways and corridors of our

subconscious, the willowy memory files

we keep locked up ever so tightly only angels

and God can find them. These prayers

wear white robes, hold votives that shed

bits of light in the darkened cathedrals

of the travel-weary and soothe the sacred

savage like wind chimes set into motion

by a sudden breeze. These prayers

invite us to take our cup of grace and drink

it bottoms-up, to celebrate what we can

and carry the rest into that mulling-over

place where wounds still seek their healing,

the shape of the body its moment in the sun

and our greatest fears a day of honest rest.

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