He stood there hands folded

Head bowed reverentially

Eyes closed devoutly

Lips murmuring an incantation.

He was his first

And the last resort

He had always turned to him

In good times

As well as bad.

He was the praying sort

Had always been.

His prayers were oft not heard

But his faith was unshakable

Today of all days

He needed intervention the most

It was a matter of life and death

But there was only inscrutable, godly silence

Like always.

Written for Sadje’s wdys.

65 thoughts on “Inscrutable

  1. The prayers, usually don’t get answered, and that made us, question the, existence of, that, higher, power, which in turn, leads us to, look, inward, and that’s where, we are to, discover, the strength, we have, to, tackle whatever issues we’re, facing in our, lives

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  2. I did not like the lines from my mother’s daily prayers sung loud, to the effect that ‘I’m weak and look up to you for deliverance.” I think daily words like these weaken the will. But to each her own. Maybe she derived strength from it.

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  3. I think that the true magic of prayer is that it calms the mind. Whenever I recite the rosary, I come out thinking clearer and quite refreshed. It’s like meditation, and encourages actions.

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  4. When I think of some prayers I sometimes think of this story;
    There was a flood. Everyone was warned to evacuate.
    One man did not want to leave his home.
    Firetrucks came down the street with bull horns – “Evacuate, Now!”
    He would not leave.
    The streets flooded. A resucue boat came by, he waved them away.
    Soon he was on the roof of his home… A helicopter tried a resuce –
    He would not leave.
    He died.
    When he got to heaven he complained I prayed to be saved! Where was God??… A booming voice repliled; “I sent a firetruck telling you to leave, I sent a rescue boat, then a helicopter … what more did you want???”

    Sometimes we need to help ourselves by seeing what is right there in front of our eyes. Not everything is hidden.

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      1. Perhaps in helping ourselves we are already using divine intervention (by listening to our intution… which some believe is a divine gift) …if that is what we wish to believe 🙂


  5. ouch I can relate to this … it’s called karma 🙂

    Praying for others sure alleviates our worry, group prayers can be powerful but the more selfish kind are seldom answered …

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      1. Ah! I wish I had a short and simple answer, sis.
        Both my kids are having their exams this month, hubby has already been called to take classes where he was teaching before he sailed. To top it we are having repair and renovation at home because a pipe in the bathroom had sprung a leak. Phew! 😅

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      2. wow sounds like you are going to need a holiday after all this … as soon as those exams are over! Hubby can join you as time allows 🙂 Take care precious

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      3. I am an ex-teacher but I can’t teach all the subjects, especially to a tenth grader and the college kiddo has a different stream. I never studied physics in college! So this mom is just a mom now! 😉😅

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      4. don’t let domestic bliss dumb you down sis … given the chance you can put your mind to anything! Look at the brilliant gifted poetry you churn out 🙂

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      5. It’s not just domesticity, I guess it is ageing too and the brain cells which are not used wither away. I can’t say about brilliance, but my poetic muscles are being exercised every day, so they are in fine fettle. 😄

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