Lent 6 : Prayer

In the desert all structures are stripped away. The habits that make you human wither away. Prayer is one of those structures. As they are thought they disappear to the bottom of the pile. As they are said, they are dead as the noise dies.

Prayers are sent with no seeming destination. Even the Amen feels bitter. But maybe the wind blows them somewhere.

Yesterday trying to put this piece together was very difficult. A substantial block developed and I even spent two hours on a piece that turned out to be a direct copy of someone else’s! So in many ways this piece is different from the others. It is based on this short verse that I wrote :

Prayers falling up to the sky
Prayers rising down to the deep
Pinched by gravity
Wild Goose carries them home


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