Just Like a Prayer

A young child and his Mother sit together in the den in late afternoon. One plays with his Lego blocks; the other knits at her rocking chair. There are few words issued, but nevertheless this delicious sense of togetherness, support and well-being. Unspoken words are recognized: “You are here. You are fine. You are fine with me, and really all is well”. A sort of holy fellowship. And they keep going through the years with similar intimacy, though limbs, words, challenges and hopes grow.


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Married and father of two. Living in Waterloo, Ontario. Workplace health and safety professional. Blogger. Poet. Nature hiker. History buff. Inspirational writer. Newsboy for Jesus.

One thought on “Just Like a Prayer”

  1. Things that give us away, just when we think “there is nothing left to say”
    Sometimes we are praying unknowingly…in ways unknown to us but sent and received nonetheless.
    And in the long meditative pauses searching…somehow prayer is already “achieved” unbeknownst to us without much conscious effort.
    This is attributable only to “mystery!”


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