What is prayer?
You take words,
everyday words,
and all of a sudden they become holy.
Why?
Because there is something
that separates one word from
another and then you try to fill
the vacuum.
With what?
With whom?
With what memory?
With what aspiration?
So when words bring you closer
to the prisoner in his cell,
to the patient who is dying on his bed alone,
to the starving child,
then it’s a prayer.
words by Elie Wiesel
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Good morning, Perpetua. A powerful poem! I like it a lot. I like the poem that I can connect to and feel good (peaceful, content…) after reading it. 😉 Thanks for sharing.
Have a wonderful day.
Good evening, Helen. Thank you. The words are so simple and ordinary that makes it powerful. Good night. Perpetua