Columba of Iona’s Instructions In My Own Words
a poem by Troy Cady
Pray
(and keep praying)
until you cry
(then pray some more),
for tears are the
surest indication
of the
sincerest prayer.
Am I really praying
if I am not weeping?
and
Work
until you cry.
Tears turn work
into labor.
So,
like a mother giving birth,
push
until the levee breaks
and the tears free
for pain
and joy.
If I cannot weep,
why do I work?
and
If you cannot weep,
make the sign of the cross,
make the sign of the cross,
make the sign of the cross
until you sweat.
poetry | Comments (2) | April 03, 2008
I like it. I like it a lot. I'm gonna sweat! How about you?
Posted by: spence at April 4, 2008 02:09 PM
Awesome.
Posted by: Wife at April 6, 2008 01:40 PM