Monday, November 12, 2012

Prayer: The Book of Uncommon Prayer

Deliver me to myself
that I may stop
fretting the hours in vain,
looking for what's lacking
always elsewhere and otherwise.
Let befall me the peace
which drops like wind,
suddenly, between even the slightest
folds of a linnet's wing,
between shadow and sky, the hush
like the intervals of quiet
between questions, between the calls
of crickets, the sorrows
of one season and the next,
swift and sure and sharp
as grace.

Katherine Mosby, 1996
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6 comments:

  1. Blue Eyed EnnisNovember 12, 2012 at 3:20 AM

    Beautiful John, especially at this time of the year.

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    1. John Predmore, S.J.November 13, 2012 at 12:06 AM

      Thanks, Phil. It now feels like Fall in Amman so it creates a reflective time where a poem like this resonates.

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  2. Tina BeattieNovember 12, 2012 at 4:36 AM

    This is quite beautiful. Do you have more details about the book? I'd like to buy it and there are several with that title on Amazon by different authors.

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    1. John Predmore, S.J.November 13, 2012 at 12:07 AM

      Thanks, Tina. This one is by Katherine Mosby. I think the book was published in 1996. Shall I try to get more detail?

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  3. LyndaNovember 12, 2012 at 9:18 AM

    Very peace-giving. Thank you.

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