Prayer

Prayer is the trap-door out of sin.

Prayer is a mystic entering in

to secret places full of light.

It is a passage through the night.

Heaven is reached, the blessed say,

by prayer and by no other way.

One may kneel down and make a plea

with words from book or breviary,

or one may enter in and find

a home-made message in the mind.

But true prayer travels further still,

to seek God’s presence and God’s will.

To pray can be to push a door

and snatch some crumbs of evermore,

or (likelier by far) to wait,

head bowed before a fastened gate,

helpless and miserable and dumb,

yet hopeful that the Lord will come.

Here is the prayer of grace and good

most proper to our creaturehood.

God’s window shows this humble one

more to the likeness of His Son.

He sees, though thought and senses stray,

The will is resolute to stay

and feed, in weathers sweet or grim,

on any word that speaks of Him.

He beams on the humility

that keeps its peace in misery

and, save for glimmerings, never knows

how beautiful with light it grows.

He smiles on faith that seems to know

it has no other place to go.

But some day, hidden by His will,

if this meek child is waiting still,

God will take out His mercy-key

and open up felicity,

where saltiest tears are given right

to seas where sapphire marries light,

where by each woe the soul can span

new orbits for the utter man,

where even the flesh, so seldom prized,

would blind the less than divinized.

                     Sister Miriam of the Holy Spirit, OCD
                                        Jessica Powers  ©