In The Darkest
It is a vision that struck me as odd for I’d
not seen it before. I noticed the heart of
the word “prayer” is the word “ray.”
Not the name of a man who possibly
wears sideburns and prefers classic country
and the smell of Old Spice. But rather
“ray” as in a beam of radiant energy
of small cross section. Yes, that ray.
Being a man of (honestly) moderate cross
section is it emboldening to think of my
dullish pleas as instead glimmers or flickers
of radiance noticed by the One in the highest
who keeps watch over us here in the darkest.
Simply and deeply, thank you!
This is so good. An insight into something I have looked at thousands of times, but never saw.
Love this.
Thank you
Thank you for the loveliness contained in this poem.
And thus a ray of hope. Thank you John…always.
Touching and beautiful John. Keeping you in my prayers.
Liz
This “Wray” thanks you for your unique way of seeing.
I love this so much, mainly for the words, but also because years ago in reading one of the stories of a person reporting what they saw when they were dead for a bit …. and they saw all these bright lights and were told they were prayers …. happy happy advent expectation!