Perhaps its because I was never one for prayer, but I must say that I had never considered prayer and poetry to be within the same wheelhouse. I have just started reading Just Kids, by Patti Smith, and the way she intermingles her talk of prayer and her love of speaking to God with her poetry, made it finally clicked for me.
Now I can totally understand how the artform of poetry and the pictures that it paints can be considered an echo of prayer. Because, at the end of the day, who are we talking to when we string together such beautiful words?
I can tell you that, as a poet myself, I have spent so much time and energy focusing on these lines of thought. And now that I have opened myself up spiritually, it makes me so happy that I was talking to someone all along.
This freedom has allowed me to take a step back from my work, to stop criticizing it and just let it be what it is. For years, my poetic talent was simply that words flew out of my pen and I had no control of it. This unbridled art form makes me believe that it was my truest-self talking to the world, and, well, God.
No matter the topic, no matter if the poem is sad or happy or hopeful or reminiscent….I can rejoice in the possibility of my words. I can close my eyes and let them wash over me, allowing a comfort that I had never really known before. I no longer hate the words that come from me, or think they aren’t good enough. And sure, I may not share all of them with the world, but I am so much more confident and content with my work than before.