A Little Prayer

By Cynthia Scodova

 

“What pleases Him is that He sees me loving my littleness and my poverty.”
                                                       St Therese of the Child Jesus

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Who can press back

 the mountain of night?

Grasp the petals 

of morning 

slipping

 through 

the fields of light?

Or keep 

the song rising out

from the small voice,

where everything is falling

in vaporous flux:

these prayers becoming

the edges of hills 

holding 
the little we are

to the mist 

  of the earth. 

Cynthia blogs at The Mad-Eyed Monk.