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.
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…
Indeed. I am typing this in one of those very boxes….
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“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.
Thank you Elisabeth.
Dear Laura,
I found this poem after finding another one of your poems in James Crews’ How to Love the World compilation. And I’m so glad I did. Thank you for this poem – the image of sending peace to cows who don’t no peace moved me. It offers me something I can do when I feel so helpless in the face of our world’s suffering.
Thank you Karly. You’ve brought me some peace too as I struggle with all that’s going on in our beautiful troubled world. If all we can do is send peace, it’s something.