Yesterday, along with our ministry of music, I offered a session called, "Prayer, poetry, and praise". In addition, to what I think is a very clever use of alliteration, those three words are also synonyms. Poetry is often prayer to me. Poetry, one poet said, is 'The language from which we have no defense.' Words that challenge and convict us in the best meaning of that. Here is a poem by Bonnie Thurston that has been sitting as a prayer for me recently: Ein Sof* We scrabble to fill the world with noise: relentlessly grinding intellect, perpetually moving tongue, electronic racket our grandparents couldn’t imagine. If you are quiet, strive for inner stillness, waste few words, many will think you mad. You will hear within the vast emptiness which they fear. In the beginning, God created, made everything from darkness and silence. What surfaces, emerges in your empty spaces, might be a full moon on your darkest night. * Ein Sof is a Kab