Prayer for a day when there are no words

I do not have words to imagine the prayers of the falling.
It feels ironic to light a candle
when fires burn freely and fast;
to kneel as though the earth might otherwise
flee from beneath me.
Breathing has become
an act of defiance. 
Baptism threatens 
to flood the floor with tears.
Where will we look for the words of salvation 
but in the static,
silent space between thunderclap and lightning,
the gap between 
perception and impact,
sound and fury,
fear and revelation?

I do not have words to imagine the thoughts of the falling.
I pray for them anyway: 
swift and surprising currents of grace,
an explosion of peace.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing (Upper Room Books, 2020). She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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