“Do you want to ask the blessing?”
“No. If you do, go ahead.”
He went ahead: his prayer dressed up
in Sunday clothes rose a few feet
and dropped with a soft thump.
If a lonely soul did ever cry out
in company its true outcry to God,
it would be as though at a sedate party
a man suddenly removed his clothes
and took his wife passionately into his arms.
- by Wendell Berry from his book Leavings
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I would agree that “Real Prayer” can be this intimate, and shocking if realized in public, but it is more incredible when the entire dinner party take off their clothes and passionately embrace, rare but possible, to have that kind of trust and communion of a community merging with God.
By: Shawn on March 7, 2010
at 10:18 pm