Most of my life is lived around conversations. Increasingly I desire to see things differently and hope that this will shape my conversation. I desire a different conversation to the one that I have grown used to. I don’t want to settle for the busy conversations that centre around what we do. Or, to ask someone to do something for me. This poem was a settling of some of those thoughts.
Eyes that see through the heart of prayer,
Everything is transformed from ordinary
to a prayer of hope,
Every sunrise is first a prayer,
Each sunset a benediction.
In between, each step
brings forward new prayers,
In each word spoken,
Understanding life as a poem
That caresses the conversation,
With words that connect the heart,
to what is spoken.
Mystic eyes look closer
Searching out the truth in another,
Bringing a question to be unanswered,
Allowing prayer to do its work,
Not forcing unwanted graces,
Willing to wait with someone,
Seeing only the poem,
That lives in this conversation.
Grace, open your heart to me,
Look kindly on me now,
Give me the eyes of a mystic,