Praying Kind


Praying Kind


I’m not much for church-y praying.

Especially the kind where you say

somebody else’s words,

expecting them to snag off you

like a match

dragged across the sandpaper

of your particular circumstances

so as to flare right up to heaven,

lighting your miseries

for some of God’s attention.


But when a siren’s whine cuts close

I can’t keep myself from passing words through

my chest to add whatever holiness I possess,

saying “oh Lord give em strength,”

before turning back to shelling peas

or stacking firewood.


And I think it’s like prayer

to farm, mindful

that plants and animals

need to be exactly what they are,

seeing as nature is God drawing circles

for us to learn the shape of things.


Still, when I pass a big dairy farm

where hundreds of cows never walk in sunshine,

never eat green grass

growing so close they can smell it,

never get to suckle their calves,

I put in mind the quiet peace

of our own cows on pasture,

and I send that peace out

to every confined creature.

If that’s prayer,

then I’m the praying kind.



Published in the poetry collection, Tending.

About Laura Grace Weldon

Laura Grace Weldon is the author of four books and served as 2019 Ohio Poet of the Year. She's the editor of Braided Way: Faces & Voices of Spiritual Practice. She works as a book editor, teaches writing workshops, and maxes out her library card each week.
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5 Responses to Praying Kind

  1. katechiconi says:

    Yes, that silent supplication “Oh, please….” to the universe. And yes, to let animals live the life they were designed for, with sunshine, freedom and grass. Perhaps we should examine how we are constraining ourselves too, eating what we were never designed for and spending our waking hours in airless, artificially lighted boxes…

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  3. Elisabeth says:

    “nature is God drawing circles

    for us to learn the shape of things.”

    Love this–exactly what I’ve always felt and so simply and eloquently put! Just stumbled onto your page via Facebook.

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