Lucia Galloway

Lucia Galloway

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Apologia for Prayer

“If I should die before I wake . . . ”

And it’s not as though staying awake will save you. Think of those things outside even Jove’s control: the blast, the bullet, the careening car, funneling wind, voracious fire. Think of Vesuvius spewing, Pompeii’s people silent, silted.

Like boarding a train, prayer is homage to the leaping hour. It follows then that prayers unsaid are a dance refused, a gift unsent or put away unused, the soul’s torpor on a hot afternoon and no rain falling.

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Susan Rich

Susan Rich

Kelli Russell Agodon

Kelli Russell Agodon