Place for Prayer
by Alice Feeley, RDC
Red headed bird appears through dense fog.
Surf sounds play endless rhythms against the sand.
Milky Way promises paths through star lit skies.
Eyes meet, spirits are known, a hand comforts,
dawn is on fire.
Where we pray is anywhere.
Ambulance lights illuminate twisted metal,
frightened faces. We pray anywhere
need outruns our measured steps,
where worlds collapse and we are left
blindsided, disappointed, waiting in confusion
for what we do not know.
We like to set apart what’s special,
create a sacred space to meet what is holy,
be moved by mystery. Arched sanctuaries,
roadside shrines, wood and stone for altar offerings,
dedicated room or corner cleared for symbol, memory.
We stand, we sit, surround ourselves
with beauty directing us beyond. We sing, we pray,
breathe in fragrance of silence…
Always enough silence to let us change, turn around.
Always a place of connection, communion
where we can live the truth of us.
Where we pray is everywhere
we leave space