thoughts on life as a prayer

Will you take me where the fields are golden

where old dreams whisper

where I’m free

 

and I pray as I walk

and I pray in my dancing

and I pray as I dream and as I laugh

 

If you want to honour a master of painting

you’ll visit a gallery instead of just a message board

standing in awe, talking to other visitors, hoping to meet the artist in person

And you wonder why I prefer

the sky, the trees, the fields

the chapel he built himself

and the song of birds and streams

 

and I pray as I take pictures

and I pray as I listen

and I pray as I touch and taste what grows

 

So what does it mean

life as a prayer

I think it’s dancing to celebrate health and happiness

it’s saying thanks with every breath

it’s living instead of pretending

crying instead of wearing a mask

and learning the art of a healing embrace

open eyes, open mind

paying attention to the small and simple things

seeing the beauty in between

What do you think?

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