Holy One,

We have come
carrying our days, like torches
or tea lights,
touching darkness.

Who knows
by the thing that is lifted,

the question
the song,
the touch,
the story of light strange and holy as sunrise ~

Who knows
what belovedness
will become transparent
to us,
in us.

We have come carrying our days.
We pray
to be seeing ~

2016-02-06T21:37:32+00:00Categories: Prayers|Tags: , , , , |5 Comments


  1. eliana February 7, 2016 at 1:25 am - Reply

    exactly what I needed – and how I am feeling – thank you!

  2. Shirley C. February 7, 2016 at 10:20 am - Reply

    YES and thank you.

    • Catherine Smith February 7, 2016 at 8:04 pm - Reply

      and you Shirley

      I have been caught the last while by this sense of carrying my days, into worship, into prayer . . . days held with reverence, revealing the unexpected.

      • Shirley C. February 9, 2016 at 2:29 pm - Reply

        Just rereading the poem on Transfiguration and as always with rereading it carries more truth. S.

  3. Catherine Smith February 7, 2016 at 7:47 pm - Reply

    So glad it ‘hit the spot’

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