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Prayer
by Roxanna Glass - 1995

Some think prayer is saying grace over their food around the dinner table every day.

Some think prayer is a quick "Thank you" or "Please" as they crawl under the covers and turn out the light.

Some think prayer is kneeling at an altar, reciting words to which they have forgotten the meaning,
if the meaning was ever known.

All of these have potential. For some, it is enough.

I think prayer is work. Hard, long, arduous work. A skill that one can take a life-time perfecting.

I think prayer is a silent pleading for a needed blessing, or for a neighbor in need,
or for a forlorn soul on the subway platform; a silent heartfelt
"Thank-you" as you barely make the train.

I think prayer is a sobbing, heart-wrenching plea to a Father who you know must be listening,
but who may not answer as quickly as you would like.

I think prayer is shaking your fist in anger and frustration, as you plead with that same Father,
asking the all-encompassing, eternal question, "Why?!"

I think prayer is the quiet, peaceful statement of gratitude for blessings large and small.

Prayer is the ultimate form of communication.
Prayer puts into action thoughts and feelings which the One to whom we are speaking already knows.

Prayer is for the giver, not the receiver.

 

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