Prayer

Our Father

Source of the sky, of the horizon,

of every tree and all the circling

patterns of connection,

impulse for the life that hums

in every kind of breathing

(When I see myself as

everything I can perceive, conceive,

then, in every pulse

you are the lift

that flies my desire)

Which art in heaven

Whose essence is the kiss

of bliss, the unimagined

rush of every hope fulfilled,

the peace of perfect, whirring

harmony

Hallowed be thy name . . .

(It takes a long time

to get through the prayer like this —

most of a bike ride —

even when I’m not distracted.

The streaming landscape helps me —

provides the illustration and the inspiration

on earth as it is in heaven).

©Wendy Mulhern

August 26, 2014