Lost in prayer

Sometimes 
when I pray the words 
scurry by like ants 
I watch their silent progress 
unregistered on the kitchen scale 
undulating in their trail 
unnoticed until they become 
a swarm 
indistinguishable one from the next 

Sometimes
there is one you see
that carries five thousand times
its weight
enough to feed them all
for a day

________________

This poem first appeared at the Episcopal Cafe, part of the Episcopal Journal

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 , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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