I came across this prayer three days ago. Don't ask me how or where. But I read it and it felt...soft, so good. Not asking as a to-do would, or a 'must', or a 'should': it just showed itself and asked nothing, no thing of me. In that, it was a wonder. I knew immediately this was a 'keeper'. But, for what? No answer, of course. Dumb question. The author of the writing is Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, and this was in the website of Polly Castor, https://pollycastor.com/2023/03/12/on-prayer-poem-by-rosemerry-wahtola-trommer/ Recognition to them both - thank you for this gift! So here it is: “On Prayer”: Today prayer is the silence in the snow-deep meadow. It’s the gurgle of the ice-choked river that cannot be heard unless I am completely still. Today, prayer is not to, it’s not for, it’s something I am more than something I do. Prayer is even the sound of the logging trucks on the highway as they brake rounding the corner. It’s the rapid shush, shush, shush of...