Praying the Heart
This poem was shared with me in a newsletter I get and I wanted to pass it along to you.
Praying the heart
You can only pray what’s in your heart.
So if your heart is being ripped from your chest
pray the tearing
if your heart is full of bitterness
pray it to the last dreg
if your heart is a river gone wild
pray the torrent
or a lava flow scorching the mountain
pray the fire
pray the scream in your heart
the fanning bellows
pray the rage,
the murder and
pray your heart into the great quiet hands that can hold it
like the small bird it is.
—Elizabeth Cunningham, from her book of poems Small Bird