How To Pray Poem by john tiong chunghoo

let me tell you how to pray
your inner self should occupy
the sanctum of God like the
pistils in the most complex
of flowers, the orchids
in every line of the flowers
is the stamp of creation - God's
signs as to where he is and
and what he gently does by the minute
by the second and our prayers should
fill the path where divinity walks -
they light up our way in the light
of dawn and the darkness of night
they grows into a peace where God's
voice could be heard without
us lifting our ears, and the holy
grace of silence that could only be God's

let me tell you how to pray
it has to trail the source of life
like the morn light that streaks
through the vagueness of sky
to find the sameness of our being
that same source which awakens
the divinity in us the first thing
in the morning - the crow of
the cockerels touching the minutes
the clock crawls till the light of day is done
the tilting of the lily as the day
blossoms through its petals
the twinkle of the stars ala the
octopus' tentacles in the deepest ocean
showcasing the tightness it holds sway over the day
there it is divinity speaking
through the minutes of the day
keeping our hearts tight to each other