by Andrew Taylor-Troutman
Maybe we pray with every determined step, every reach of a helping hand; each time we focus body and mind, and pour ourselves into a gracious plan. Prayer might be volunteering our service to feed or clothe the poor; or, as simple as plucking a worm from the hot pavement, landing the squiggler in the cool grass. Perhaps prayer is more about trust, less about effort—more like leaning on a tree. I have faith the trunk will hold me up; though it is anchored by deep roots I cannot see.
Andrew Taylor-Troutman is the author of Gently Between the Words: Essays and Poems. He is the pastor and head of staff at Chapel in the Pines Presbyterian Church in North Carolina. These poems were originally written for Sunday worship services.