Congregational Prayer

by Christopher Raley

 

Let it be no man who claims saving,

only being saved.

 

The distance between the word on his tongue

and the word in his friend’s heart-beat

is too great to tell.

 

The time he gives to reasoned fronts and

to front his reason high around

and up front against other’s reasons

are disparate times and equal.

 

He hears the words he comprehends but will not hear

what his mind has told him will not avail.

His structures are majestically cast and his rooms elaborately hidden.

 

So let it be no man who claims saving.

Only let him receive every day the daily collapse

of all he has built.

 

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