A Little Comfort

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

I do believe that there are things out there

trying to get us to notice the miraculous.

There are choruses at sunrise, and colorful

mosaics – like stained glass windows –

crafted among the trees at sunset.

They say: “This is a house of worship.”

They say: “Listen. Look.”

They ask: “What is it that you have been praying for?”

And, I often sit with that question for quite some

time. I’ve prayed for a lot of things, usually not

realizing that I was praying at all. Usually, prayers

about brokenness – mine or someone else’s.

But now, I do choose to pray. Sometimes, silently.

Sometimes, through words shared with the world.

Never, big. Never, flashy. Often, I just want to bring

a little comfort to a soul – mine or someone else’s.

A poem can be a prayer.

~ Jamie K. Reaser

From "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"

Published by Talking Waters Press

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