This scrap comes from Room To Write, from the exercise called “Prayer”. Here is the first paragraph:
Writing is a form of prayer. Even if you don’t believe in a higher being, writing is a prayer because it is a practice in words of offering, adoration, supplication, complaint, thanksgiving, and entreating. And, like a prayer, writing follows a form.
Here is what I wrote:
My Lord—today I thank you for the rain.
I thank you for the dark wet earth beneath the leaves lacquered & moist from the fall.
I thank you for the grey sky & for my sight that allows me to see how the light will fade from the clouds or break upon the shadows.
I thank you for the thick embrace of the trees:
My back against the bole,
The bark beneath my palms,
My face to the pale undersides of the leaves,
My brow wet with the stray drop allowed in under this shelter, O Lord.
I thank thee for the silence, O Lord, for the hush beneath the cover of rain.
The silence where all creatures are still & listen to the fall, waiting for their senses to tell them how violent the rain may become.
If they must flee & seek other cover.
If they may rest & wait for a lull.
I thank you that I have not known violence in a storm.
That despite hurricanes & downed trees & close calls with lightening, I have known no fear.
In these moments, I have been stripped of worry & petty concerns to feel only joy—awe.
I pass a field beaded with rain,
Thick with yellow grass & brambles,
Strewn with bleached bits of trash;
My heart is glad.
A branch smears my side with water & soil; I am renewed.
I ask thee only for the ability to appreciate Your work & for the clarity of thought to remember this moment, O Lord.
I say these things in Your name & with love: Amen.