my prayers often begin as a catch in my throat.
a certain, specific confusion.
eventually, the words come...
torrents of joy, pain, hope, thanks, healing...
i'm feeling that way now.
a scream and silence
frustration and satisfaction.
sometimes i get caught up in the specifics of ritual
wonder if i'm "doing it right"
and i have to stop myself
remember that all genuine entreaties are heard
lately, i've been focused on power objects
searching for the meaning in my names,
my date of birth,
emotional rollercoasters have become an unwelcome norm.
longing for balance
something stable, reliable.
then i return to the problem of prayer...
remembering all is heard,
i try to get it right before i ask,
untangle my thoughts,
strand by strand.
sometimes it feels like caution.
other times, procrastination.
then i hear orunmila's constant chant:
i'm trying, baba.