Nine knocks on the door and now
scattered round the room, seven
seated, one kneeling and one
stretched out. Civil. Polite. Self-conscious
(apart from the stretched one, as well we know).
After moments of obligatory conversation –
a difficult colleague, a big decision,
a struggling child – the search for meaning,
the reason we all came,
unfolds once more and, oblivious to our strangeness,
in so many questions answered we dissect
what Christ meant when he said that a father would not give
his son a stone instead of bread or a snake
instead of a fish. We are pleased to have realised
-to have been shown, I should say- that it’s all about
The Addressed, not our techniques of prayer.
when the time comes to re-enter the world,
the short night drive home,
a notion of tomorrow’s troubles,
the obligatory conversation looms large
and maybe declaring that God is the giver
of all good gifts is not the same
as asking, and receiving.