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 I have been sitting with this poem for many months, waiting for the time for it to be said...

 Contemplating what prayer is for me and all the forms it may take, I realize that each day is a new prayer...It arrives on a beautiful snowy morning, as I offer my prayers to the Divine in my morning ritual.

And inspired my Mother Theresa’s quote, I share it with you today.

“Prayer is not asking.
Prayer is putting yourself
in the hands of God,
at his disposition,
and listening to his voice
in the depths of our own hearts.”

Thoughts on Prayer

The act of prayer
not for something I want,
desire, or desperately need
but to pray in awe
of a vastness,
a true mystery
where I am held, tenderly
part of an expansive
eternal wholeness.
So big, beyond the edges
and borders
there is freedom within
a Love beyond reason.
Even in this tiniest of moments,
it is made known,
it is there, as it always was
Source, the Divine, Reality, Truth....
always present, never alone, never waiting.
So I pray
from this experience
with humility and gratitude
for being a part of this
Great Love.
in relationship with the Divine
and all others
from this knowing comes
a way of living in this world.
We are love, we are loved,
we act from love,
our perception, choices,
words and thoughts
begin to change and unfold
from a place much bigger
than who we think we are.
As Love moves through us
we pray in gratitude,
we pray to remember,
we pray for love
and for that eternal connection
and all that we do and are
becomes Devotion.

Nancy Carlson: "I am an evolving poet, writing mostly as reflection, contemplation. But most recently, as a student of bhakti-yoga, as an expression of my devotion. I work as an Holistic Nurse Coach, yoga/meditation teacher and Reiki Master. You may contact me on Facebook here or via my website 'Joyful Healing' here

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 


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