Interrupted Prayers

My morning prayers are often interrupted 
when I am rendered speechless by the splendor of creation.
The waning moon, a shining crescent, rising sun bursting 
through branches of the winter apple trees.

Sometimes my serious contemplation,
soaking in the sacred words of Torah,
is halted by my beloved child
needing a band-aid and a mother's hug.

How often I have prayed in vain
for a life of silent contemplation
unburdened by realities and dedicated 
to the serious business of praising God.

Too often I forget the serious business of God 
Is hugging a child, or comforting the mourner
Welcoming the stranger and healing the sick,
Giving away all the gifts God has given to me.



 

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