Listening to the Morning Prayer app
on the London Underground
Pressed up close to a man
carrying what looks like an oboe
I look around and wonder
what others wearing Ear Pods are listening to
Novels? Music? Podcasts?
Perhaps there are other Morning Pray-ers.
Later, at the meeting that brought me to the city
we pray in concentric circles
And upstairs a Pilates instructor
calls out directions to her class
Sharing more than perhaps she intended
unaware of the eavesdroppers in the room below
And my wondering takes me to musing
on whether my core is being strengthened
as I pray underneath her studio
Will I breathe more easily
letting go of all that I’ve been holding on to
Relaxing into who God is?
And the words of David Wagoner’s poem Lost
float into my mind
“Wherever you are is called Here”
So - Here is where I pray.
(Liz Crumlish July 2023)
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