Monday, September 14, 2009

Habit of Prayer

Monday, September 14, 2009

During that twilight stage between wakefulness and sleep I catch myself uttering the first few words to a prayer. Always vigilant of these lapses, my mind rudely jolts me to consciousness. Stop. You do not do that anymore, it says. Long untethered from any religious entanglement, I still find myself--without my logic’s permission--going back to this lifelong habit of prayer during my most unguarded moments. Is it out of pure habit? I ask myself. Or is it out of a deep desire, a lingering belief that my prayer would somehow be answered?

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

my prayers were never answered! whenever i need and extra help, i prayed to have a third hand and never got it. :)

Angeli said...

you never prayed for the woman of your dreams?

jacqueline said...

perhaps, a part of you still believes in the power of prayers. :)

not a bad thing after all. :)

unstranger said...

Brainwashed is brainwashed, difficult to fix, but always trust your angels.

 
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