Learning to pray

“Time to pray,” the teachers said,
“hands together, close your eyes.”
They didn’t tell us why.
They might have mentioned
No fidgeting,
or sneaking peaks at one another;
No distractions.

But they never told us that
the dark space behind our eyes
could become the tomb
of the Risen Christ,
empty, yet full
of promise and startling light;
the after-image of an angel of the Lord
imprinted on the soul.

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