[Note: This poem appeared in the June/July 2004 edition of "The Other Side", a magazine which is no longer published. ]
On Prayer II
Some prayers are like spears. They carry the whole weight
of the body behind them but they do not travel far.
Some prayers are like arrows flying light
and far and fast but they are never seen again.
Some prayers are like snares scattered in the woods,
ingenious and cunning -- but who knows what they will catch?
No. You cannot bring down the Holy One with prayer. He
is not caught in your traps. Listen -- you are yourself the hunted.
Your prayer is the sudden stillness on the path,
the in-drawn breath, the pounding heart as you scent the wind.
Have you learned this? Do you know?
You do not seek so much as you are sought.
You cannot pursue the Holy One -- or if you do,
it is only as the fish in the net pursues the fisherman.
- Robert Hudson
[Update: here is some more information about Robert Hudson.]
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