Palms upward receptivity

In a silent, pleading vain,

Eyes were closed, lips were moving

In this comfort she would remain.



Comfort, yes, yet pleading softly,

Moving in a watchful heart.

This heart moved to a loving Father

Holding still a faithful part.



A part of the truth containing all

Containing all in quiet peace,

Unmindful of all those around

Such prayer and praise will never cease.



What prayer? What praise? It is what I feel

When those half-raised I see

And feel the Spirit close at hand

Where I always want to be!



Yes, her hands were there raised upward

Pronouncing her proclivity (*)

Her lips moved in still petition

In her receptivity.



(*) Proclivity: Inclination, tendency



Sam Cox 4.18.05

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