Prayer
Sometimes it is enough
to touch a blade of grass
and feel it breathe
in the space between the fingers.
I kneel down to pray,
turning inward
to touch that place of silence.
And grace rains on me
from an ever darkening
saffron evening sky.
Poem by Ansua Dutta-Wystup
Yes , and if you tightly hold that blade of grass stretched flat along the length of your two fingers, and blow through, it makes a musical sound like a whistle.
Beautiful.
That is bringing God into your every moment and millimetre of space around you. To be consciously aware of Him in your moment. Wonderful
The photograph complements the poem and leaves one with a feeling of peace and serenity.
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A beautiful poem, it is already part of my meditations; the space between my fingers is like the space between the in-breath and the out-breath, where there is silence. Thank you for publishing it here!
I like this piece. It has some great images in the verse.
Very busy start to the school year, but I took a moment to open your post and read. Glad I did. The whole world needs that prayer right now. Thank you.
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-love- this
Beautiful.
Amazing piece Ambivert ☺️
Thank you! Although the picture was taken by me and the poem was written by Ansua Dutta-Wystup 🙂
The picture is amazing. And yes yes haha I got that part about the poet.
Beautifully written. ❤️
Ansua has created a lovely poem. Your photo is attractive.
She absolutely has! Thank you so much! <3
If you liked this poem, I would really recommend that you check out the philosophy of Sartre if you haven’t already. Really great stuff.