When I wrote this poem I was considering the idea of prayer… How, all too often our prayers become a laundry list of requests for things to feed our selfishness and ego rather than communion with the Divine other and the realization that we are One. When you ask me to pray…this… by Kat Myrman no ceaseless pleas for favors from a deity beyond, nor simple conversations ‘tween some small imagined voices, nor yearly rites of gluttony and sport peppered with thanks, no final utterance, eleventh hour recompense. a wisp of breath more subtle, effortless in present tense, embodying the senses in a dance of elements, where answers aren’t the aim and questions are irrelevant, this is the prayer I pray for you with utmost reverence. Kat Myrman: When she’s not working in a cubicle from 9 to 5, Kat can be found taking photographs and photo editing, writing...
Women's Spiritual Poetry