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How I Talk to God




Coffee in one hand
leaning in to share, listen:
How I talk to God.

“Momma, you’re special.”
Three-year-old touches my cheek.
How God talks to me.

While driving I make
lists: done, do, hope, love, hate, try.
How I talk to God.

Above the highway
hawk: high, alone, free, focused.
How God talks to me.

Rash, impetuous
chatter, followed by silence:
How I talk to God.

First, second, third, fourth
chance to hear, then another:
How God talks to me.
Fetal position
under flannel sheets, weeping
How I talk to God.

Moonlight on pillow
tending to my open wounds
How God talks to me.

Pulling from my heap
of words, the ones that mean yes:
How I talk to God.

Infinite connects
with finite, without words:
How God talks to me.

"How I Talk to God" by Kelly Belmonte  from The Word in the Wilderness - A Poem for Lent and Easter by Malcolm Guite (used with gracious permission from Kelly) published by Canterbury Press

That poem spoke to me so I thought maybe you would like it, too.  It reminds me of  some of the things Mason says about prayer - Communing Out Loud.

Top graphic by Lauren.

Admiration, Hope and Love!

Nancy

9 comments:

  1. Thank you, what a lovely prayer..this came at a very poignant time...much in it to ponder and to rest in Him!
    Your posts go beyond measure...as I sent 5 of your past post links to a friend this morning.

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    1. Miss you, Dena! Thank you for sharing.
      Warmly,
      Nancy

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    1. Hi Catie!
      Thank you. I'm glad you liked it!
      Warmly,
      Nancy

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  3. I enjoy haiku, and I liked this! Thank you for sharing!

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    1. You're welcome, Polly!
      Warmly,
      Nancy

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  4. ❤️ So Beautiful, thank you for sharing.

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