Prayer for Ruins
Submitted by Violeta on August 17, 2009 – 5:00 amNo Comment
Sometimes instead of traditional prayers, I pray poems. One of them, en particular, me encanta and it’s became a go-to for times during which my life feels in disrepair. It’s titled “Festival of Booths” by Nan Cohen. It goes:
“Every house on earth a broken house./Every city a ruined city/Ploughed under by that slow disaster, time./If ever redeemed to us, then by the same./Your walls will fall, are falling, have fallen./Your roof is open to the countless stars.”
I love how this poem reminds me that there’s something redemptive about ruins. The beauty and the history so conmovedoras even among all that has fallen apart and away. This week, if and when your walls start falling, look up and try to count those countless estrellas.
*photo by Hector Garcia
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