Prayer Soup

And then, like a blessing, comes a blessing.

Today I wrote a prayer.

No words.

Chopping onions, washing leeks, peeling carrots, pressing garlic, slicing parsnips, quartering small fat potatoes, adding stock.

A bright little mountain of courgettes and peppers to be added later.

And suddenly it seemed to be a prayer.

And a poem.

I am a poet


I don’t know it.

A prayer poem.

Tomorrow my prayer poem will be shared with two friends.

I hope it tastes good.

Now my house is fragrant, the air filled with gratitude and praise.

Incense, rising up.

Psalm 141:2
May my prayer be counted as incense before You;
The lifting up of my hands as the evening offering.

4 thoughts on “Prayer Soup

  1. I feel as if I want to gatecrash that poetic soup party ❤️🙏🏻❤️🙏🏻❤️


      1. You are a love. Any other time I might but I’m going to have to take a rain check as tomorrow is a bit complicated for me XxX

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