I have a confession: recently, I haven't been praying a whole lot.
I don't know why or how it happened, but I have fallen out of the habit or prayer. This bothers me quite a bit. Prayer has a way of centering me. Keeping me calm. Focused. Thankful. Hopeful. I just haven't been making it a huge priority for myself.
Don't get me wrong. I still talk to God. Driving home from the office. Worrying about money or family or work or breakfast or the new season of American Horror Story. I will send God a quick little mental e-mail: "Help me, please." That's it.
I need to refocus my life a little. Find my prayer self again.
Saint Marty needs to get on his knees more. (Keep your minds out of the gutter.)
by: Kazim Ali
Denuded and abandoned I recite
but what do I want
To rise again from the ocean
or be buried alive in the surge and sleep
To be a fearsome range in a single body
or to wind my unity down into depth
Missing in action, ghost-like
bobbing in the distance
Singing psalms to terrify myself
So long liberation
My time in the world was
only a gesture
My body a lonely
I never knew