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Prayer
My days and nights pour through me like complaints
From “Prayer” by Marie Howe
and become a story I forgot to tell.
Help me. Even as I write these words I am planning
to rise from the chair as soon as I finish this sentence.
I have thought a lot about praying over the years. I have thought about prayer like shoes. I have thought about prayer like the irises in my family’s yard. I have thought about prayer like morning. I have thought about prayer like invention. In each case, prayer is active, personal, and alive.
Howe’s rendering of prayer makes me think of my grandfather. Of a leather L-Z-Boy recliner and the smell of pipe tobacco. Of bass tone lullabies and heartbeats. Of rest and comfort. Of there being nothing more important than simply falling asleep. I sat in his lap listening, for hours, listening and breathing, listening and breathing.
Prayer, in this context, is a meditation on presence, stillness and knowing. All of this I understood as a child. All of this I hold close to my heart as an adult. There is a moment of intercession in this poem that particularly rings true. Howe proclaims, “Help me.” She is exercising her direct relationship with God. She is asking God for help toward stillness and knowing. Toward being present in the chair. That is active, personal, and living prayer.
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Born in Louisville. Live in Atlanta. Curious by nature. Researcher by education. Writer by practice. Grateful heart by desire.
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