My prayer will shake heaven to come down and kiss the earth... and I will pose somewhere to watch it drop some goodies that I will later gather for my greatness. Sela

in the name of a god who was always a ghost

My prayer is an attitude of pure gratitude for having the opportunity to experience life on this earth with all its pain heartache worry and turmoil coupled with this gratitude is the thankfulness for just having the opportunity to have lived. That is fairly easy on good days but difficult when life puts rocks and boulders in the road.

Prayer is in essence rebellionrebellion against the world in its fallenness. Prayer is the undying refusal to accept as normal what is pervasively abnormal. It is the refusal of every agenda every scheme every interpretation that is at odds with the norm as originally established by God.

Upon the lips of babes asleep I saw light embracing light and so allowed my syllables to rest there as a prayer they might sing in their dreams...

Through dreams God awakened me through prayers God directed me.

Laughter and prayer are the two noblest habits of man they mark us off from the brutes.

As I continued to pray raggedly prayer ceased to be an awkward and self-conscious act. It became a daily need to which I looked forward. If for any reason I were deprived of it I was distressed as if I had been deprived of some life necessity like water. I cannot say I changed. There tore through me a transformation with the force of a river which dammed up and diverted for a lifetime bursts its way back to its true channel. I became what I was. I ceased to be what I was not.

Heed that the Rue du Bourreau is my domain and I its malicious sovereign.

Another like me Dont leave me out here with myself Id go mad. Pleasedont leave me alone Samuel Just take me home Tears stream down her face.Please take me home