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A POEM, A PRAYER by Carolyn Chilton Casas

 

A Poem, A Prayer
by Carolyn Chilton Casas

   some days

   my prayers dress up as poetry

  as if they are not the very same thing                 

                    untitled poem by F.D. Soul, between you & these bones


To my ear, every single poem
I write ends up
sounding like a prayer.
Blessing, invocation, expression
of reverence, meditation.
Not so much the petitioning kind.
Rather, prayers of thanksgiving.
Prayers for communion.
Especially prayers for understanding.

Poems help me acknowledge
there’s so much I don’t know.
How wonderful the idea of Source
as muse, so that sometimes,
writing,
a small glimpse is given
of the larger canvas.

 Poet—
         devotee of life,
     disciple to the natural world.
Other names for curious,
     for seeker,
         for attempting to make
             the time I have here count.






Carolyn Chilton Casas is a Reiki master and teacher whose favorite themes to write about are nature, mindfulness, and ways to heal. Her articles and poems have appeared in Braided WayEnergy, Grateful Living, Odyssey, Reiki News Magazine, and in other publications. You can read more of Carolyn’s work on Facebook, on Instagram @mindfulpoet_, and in her first collection of poems Our Shared Breath or in her forthcoming collection Under the Same Sky.



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Comments

  1. oh, yes...indeed!!

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  2. 1) Getting ex-boyfriend back
    2) Stop divorce.
    3) Save marriage/relationship
    4) Herpes cure..
    5) Resolve relationship/marital issues
    6) Reclaim Soulmate.
    7) Make Ex run after you
    8) Return/reunite with Ex
    9) Win back my love
    10) Make your ex-husband/wife yours forever

    VISIT... DR_MA C K ( @Y A H O O ) C O M)....

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