Prayer is clearing the ground

A reflection in the middle of a meeting...

Prayer is clearing the ground,
Pulling away the weeds to find the earth,
So that you can see all the seeds
That grow and bloom in the dark.

They were always there,
Always pressing up through us,
Angels in green light
That sudden ‘aha’ moment and flit of thought

But we look to the skies and pray for rain,
Pray for words, pray for signs.
And step on, ignore, and walk by
The tangle calling for our conversation

Prayer is quieting self,
To hear what’s already being said.