The heart is always praying,
as we might telephone a loved one we’ve not seen,
are to take a moment
to check in.
To take the pulse,
to register the key in which
our heart is speaking;
although it might be a discipline,
is also something within.
The centre of the meeting house,
the unseen, as the air in a room
a structure surrounds.
Yes, the heart has its
a wireless connection,
a tethering itself to home.
And might we, at times
that we voice the thoughts
our heart is always speaking,
find the themes our lives
and the ways God is responding,
to the tears, the casting off of burdens,
to the offerings we’ve put
forth, like water lilies,
or candles alight on the sea.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
‘Sit in stillness and listen to what your heart prays.’
5 thoughts on “A Poem: Praying”
Thank you for this wonderful reflection, Ana Lisa! Will be sharing it on my blog ❤️
This is so eloquent, creatively and beautifully expressed. Thank you, Ana Lisa! xo 💜
Dear Joy, thank you, thinking of you in this season of unrest and uncertainty xx
Bless you, Ana Lisa, I’m grateful for your thoughts. These are worrying and uncertain times for all of us. My season of increasing sickness, weakness and incapacity pales in comparison with the health challenges many are facing. May you stay strong, able and creative as you bring hope and joy to others through your lovely poetic words. xo 💜