Coffee in one hand
leaning in to share, listen:
How I talk to God.
“Momma, you’re special.”
Three-year-old touches my cheek.
How God talks to me.
While driving I make
lists: done, do, hope, love, hate, try.
How I talk to God.
Above the highway
hawk: high, alone, free, focused.
How God talks to me.
Rash, impetuous
chatter, followed by silence:
How I talk to God.
First, second, third, fourth
chance to hear, then another:
How God talks to me.
Fetal position
under flannel sheets, weeping
How I talk to God.
Moonlight on pillow
tending to my open wounds
How God talks to me.
Pulling from my heap
of words, the ones that mean yes:
How I talk to God.
Infinite connects
with finite, without words:
How God talks to me.
“How I Talk to God” by Kelly Belmonte from The Word in the Wilderness – A Poem for Lent and Easter by Malcolm Guite (used with gracious permission from Kelly) published by Canterbury Press
That poem spoke to me so I thought maybe you would like it, too. It reminds me of some of the things Mason says about prayer – Communing Out Loud.
Top graphic by Lauren.
Admiration, Hope and Love!
Nancy
❤️ So Beautiful, thank you for sharing.
I enjoy haiku, and I liked this! Thank you for sharing!
You're welcome, Polly!
Warmly,
Nancy
Love this!!! <3
I'm so glad!
Warmly,
Nancy
This is beautiful. 🙂
Hi Catie!
Thank you. I'm glad you liked it!
Warmly,
Nancy
Thank you, what a lovely prayer..this came at a very poignant time…much in it to ponder and to rest in Him!
Your posts go beyond measure…as I sent 5 of your past post links to a friend this morning.
Miss you, Dena! Thank you for sharing.
Warmly,
Nancy