Praying

WILLIAM P. MC KENZIE

Does not prayer mean the mental glad ascent
To higher visions of the heavenly grace?
One may fall prostrate, hands before his face,
As all unworthy; one with knees unbent
May stand with face seraphic and intent,
Whose heart is clean, conscious of nothing base; But each aspires to that high holy place
Where pureness is, and love and joy are blent.

For they see God who blessedly are pure,
In columned wood beneath the starry sky,
In pillared church, whose buttresses endure
The ages. One who prays will still descry
In desert or in city this his tryst,
To be partaker of the Mind of Christ.

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