Honouring
Every minute of reverence
- breath, word, thought
is prayer, your Honour.
I, you, we, in whatever way
are prayerful creatures,
like the mantis;
the weeping willows,
the grass-hopper jumping for joy;
morning glories, daisies, poppies
awakening to the early sun;
basking lizard, terrapin, butterfly,
and the sunning pelican;
blackbirds and thrush in chorus
with the sky-soaring lark.
In listening and sensing;
in emptiness and silence
lies peace and revelation.
Kindness is a flower;
Everyday helping hands are fruit.
The rain, pure blessing.
The time for contemplation is Now
- the lip and eave of the Next.
Every moment of heart-felt presence and attention
creates tomorrow
and is prayer, your Worship.
The ways of devotion & words:
those practices, affirmations, poems, invocations,
- art, song, service, craft and dance in isolation or community
are prayer, your Holiness.
The elements themselves
are sacred.
Though we like to dissect & analyse
reducing them to equations, labels.
Control. As if we own or made them.
Whatever we do, explore or invent,
it is the attitude and intention that makes the difference.
From neutral states, to propel things
(whether artifacts, tools or ideas)
fore or aft, up or down.
Up for Sale! Open for use - or ab.
your Reverence.
It is Honouring
that tells the tale.