On Prayer

On Prayer

You ask me how to pray to someone who is not.
All I know is that prayer constructs a velvet bridge
And walking it we are aloft, as on a springboard,
Above landscapes the color of ripe gold
Transformed by a magic stopping of the sun.
That bridge leads to the shore of Reversal
Where everything is just the opposite and the word ‘is’
Unveils a meaning we hardly envisioned.
Notice: I say we; there, every one, separately,
Feels compassion for others entangled in the flesh
And knows that if there is no other shore
We will walk that aerial bridge all the same.

-Czeslaw Milosz

 

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2 Responses

  1. Somehow reminds me of a wonderful untitled poem by Eunice Tietjens:

    The stone grows old.
    Eternity is not for stones.

    But
    I shall go down from
    This airy space, this swift
    white peace, this stinging exultation
    And time will close about me
    and my soul stir to the
    Rhythm of the daily round.

    Yet
    Having known
    life will not press so close
    And always I shall feel time
    Ravel thin about me.

    For once I stood
    in the white windy
    presence of eternity.

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