Only by Following the Way and re-reading my favorite poems can I find my way through the current morass. Here’s a poem by Elizabeth Cunningham from her book Small Bird.

Heart Prayer

You can only pray what’s in your heart

so if your heart is being ripped from your chest
pray the tearing

if your heart is full of bitterness
pray it to the last dreg

If you heart is a river gone wild
pray the torrent

or a lava flow scorching the mountain
pray the fire

pray the scream in your heart
the fanning bellows

pray the rage, the murder
and the mourning

pray your heart into the great quiet hands that can hold it
like the small bird it is.