This Sunday, July 28, 2013, our appointed Gospel reading is Luke 11:1-13. Here is a poem composed on prayer. It’s best understood (I feel) when read aloud.
Master they say that when I seem
To be in speech with you,
Since you make no replies, it’s all a dream
– One talker aping two.
The are half right, but not as they
imagine; rather, I
Seek in myself the things I meant to say,
And lo! The well’s are dry.
Then, seeing me empty, you forsake
The listener’s role, and through
My dead lips breathe and into utterance wake
The thoughts I never knew.
And thus you neither need reply
Nor can; thus while we seem
Two talking, thou art One forever, and I
No dreamer, but thy dream.
– C.S. Lewis