A Memory Of Prayer Poem by Daniel Brick
A Memory Of Prayer
And what was my experience of prayer?
In a small side chapel in the vast
interior of the Church at St. John's
University stood the only sacred image
other than the crucifix: a small wooden
statue from ninth century Byzantium of
the Blessed Virgin holding Baby Jesus,
whose right hand is raised in blessing.
I prayed silently, fervently before an image
of the holiness present everywhere and always
in this world of flesh and spirit: I knelt
in wonder at the Mystery of Incarnation.
It was just my lone human self touched
by Grace descending as my prayer ascended.
I knelt in wonder at the Mystery of Incarnation. It was just my lone human self touched by Grace descending as my prayer ascended. - - - - - - - - A lovely image of grace descending as the prayer ascending.
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7/26/2025 9:39:33 AM # 1.0.0
A beautiful image poem. I imagine the young poet kneeling before the giant crucifix and the small statue in a state of prayer. The co-existence of flesh and spirit is everywhere in a catholic church; and such a place, so filled with so much beauty from man's creations, and designed to lead us into our thoughts as well as up to the Heavens. 'By Grace descending' is a beautiful ending line.