It seems to me that so much of my praying is rather tame, routine. And that's not wholly bad. Expecting to soar in ecstasy always is, frankly, a little hard on the equipment we mortals are given. But ecstasy does come to those who wait. Even once in a blue moon is enough.
Teach Us To Pray
And this is what I saw—
Leviathan leaping, full length, in radiant delight, up from the dark depths of Mystery.
The night sky, clear; the moon full, casting its silver light across the whale-fractured sea.
And then she crashes, full length. A million silver shards dancing their holy glee.
As she disappears again into the dark, silent depths, to soak in Thee.
Why then pray like some dead fish in this, God’s sea?
Dance, fly, play, plunge. That’s what prayer is meant to be.