Upon the Thermals of Grace – a poem

Prayer, with words,
is just us talking to ourselves.

In stillness we float
and rise upon
the thermals of Grace.

The lists of needs,
and concerns,
and wants,
is not for God.

In stillness we connect
with the rhythm of Breathe
that knows our every desire.

“Our Father, who art in heaven…”
repeated a thousand times…
no

In stillness,
eat,
drink,
and be one with All.

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