There are nights that are so still
that I can hear the small owl calling
far off and a fox barking
miles away. It is then that I lie
in the lean hours awake listening
to the swell born somewhere in the Atlantic
rising and falling, rising and falling
wave on wave on the long shore
by the village, that is without light
and companionless. And the thought comes
of that other being who is awake, too,
letting our prayers break on him,
not like this for a few hours,
but for days, years, for eternity.
-R. S. Thomas
8 thoughts on “Our prayers are like waves.”
A beautiful and very meaningful poem to share!
That’s how I feel at the cottage.
Oh, that’s beautiful. Thank you, dear GJ.
Hmmmm. I want to meditate more on these waves. Thank you for sharing!
Such a rich and meditative poem. I’ll have to check out this poet.
I just looked up R.S. Thomas, and my first thought is that he seems the perfect poet for times like these.
Oh I like that! Three a.m. is usually when my prayers break on Him. I see I’m not alone! 🙂