Sunday, 7 November 2010
44. AL-Mujib – Reflective Listening
Suggestes answers, rescue, yearning --- 'Some days,
although we cannot pray, a prayer utters itself' Carol Ann Duff
Eating his breakfast
alone, young Andrew sits
and sings a shanty as he eats.
Shall we look and listen as he munches,
tears the air around
with Music of the Night?
Divisive toast and Marmite
- cut with sound!
No Star ever sang out from the heart
or chorus-singer flowed with sound
No blackbird called for light-on-earth
or wave crashed out from sea-on-rock,
Does it matter what he sings?
- of love or battles,
sorrow, loss or pain?
Does it matter?
Oh yes, it matters as long
as hearts jump glory in that song;
sincerity, exuberance, no care:
Mobiles on the train
Forgetting how to pray
we rabbit-on instead, stroking
mobile phones in praise
to a modern way of living.
Projecting words as kind-of-truth,
wagging tongues flap on - and on again;
speaking sometimes softly, sometimes rough,
with every word from worry, sorry, joy or sadness, pain.
Praying now I see
cold snow reach out so far
along England’s dusk. It’s Winter and a train
guard calls ‘I apologise’ again, again.
Broken promises! I’m only half aware he’s hoping for
a nod, a yes, responding to a tiny hope, his prayer.