Prayer: what we do
with our life while we
are waiting to die
to our selfishness.
Not my will, but thine
means to make the most
of the worst that could
happen in the world.
To so do . . . is to
play at God, knowing,
the worst things come like
the weather; the most
we cannot bare to
pray for, holding back
guilt and grief and lack
of a thankful heart.
Still, we never will
grasp whate’er doth come
from praying, till we
utterly swallow,
Prayer: what we do.
(After Marilynne Robinson's, Lila.)
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