The thing is Godde
when I speak to you
I find that I’m pretty incoherent.
No fancy phrases,
or lucid lines
as if I’m not even sure
what I’m doing.
It’s as though,
without wanting to be rude
that I’m talking to myself,
you being completely silent and all.
About then I worry that
you might be nothing more than my imaginary friend
and shouldn’t I be over that now?
The other thing is
that my words,
on the rare occasions that I can find enough to string together
always end up coming back to me
like a ball on elastic
and I wonder what that means.
Does the prayer,
stumbling and all that it is,
know more than me?
Is it finding its mark within me?
And is that what Godde with us means then,
human potential beyond belief?
I’d like to add these prayers to the Progressive Christianity website – would that be okay?
https://progressivechristianityaotearoa.com/resources/liturgy-prayers-hymns-poetry/
Blessings, Bronwyn
Yes, go for it Bronwyn..
I sit with you on the edge of the abyss
Legs swinging freely
Silence and words
Both describing the infinite
Within and without
Thanks for your company
It can be lonely on the edge
Great! I think this process is going to end up as a book created at different ends of the earth!
This is great Sande and yes it maybe wiser but the imaginary friend is even wiser
Thanks Muriel..glad it connected.
I love the “ball on elastic” image, although I find the ball occasionally gets caught up somewhere and then springs back at a moment when I’m least expecting it!
So, it seems that whatever the ball is tethered to might be wiser than us all…