As a Slow Choreography of My Soul
There’s a slight turning within me
before entering the stillness
of my room.
His presence begins to lean in —
at first almost imperceptible —
then my heart yields,
uncurling to the warmth
of His nearness.
My whole being settles
into a rightful depth of prayer.
And what I hear rising
from my soul is this:
Speak, Lord,
for Your servant is listening.
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rrodriguez (
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Comments2
This is a prayer in poetic form. Well done
Thank you, be blessed!
My pleasure
Without any hesitation, an excellent poem! Much needed in these times of distress.
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