This poem was posted on Facebook by one of my contemplative friends who studies Miksang (contemplative photography.)
The poem is about waiting in silence and a feeling of receptiveness in order to see what is to be seen. This is a premise of this type of meditation via photography, and the story works equally well for those times we are in the proverbial Prayer Closet, and the words don’t come.
Either because we can’t formulate what it is that we want to say to God, or to ask for, or to be thankful for, or because this is our regular contemplative practice: to be there, quiet in the moment of prayer and contemplation. Some times we come away agitated and a little angry because “nothing” has happened. That’s not unusual. And then some days … a flash of brightness.
Keep the faith!
Prayer is like watching for
The kingfisher. All you can do is
Be there where he is likely to appear, and
Often nothing much happens;
There is space, silence and
No visible signs, only the
Knowledge that he’s been there
And may come again.
Seeing or not seeing cease to matter,
You have been prepared.
But when you’ve almost stopped
Expecting it, a flash of brightness
Prayer Is Like Watching For the Kingfisher – by Ann Lewin