This is the first of two peoms that came out of a recent Maundy Thursday vigil at oour local church. While others sat, prayed, read books and etc..., in the choir room, I chose instead to pace in a slow meditative manner around the nave, aka "doing laps."
I only actually conceived the first stanza that evening, the other 2 came about with more examination and revision over the following week.
It is not really meant to be a poem, nor a mantra, but a prayer.
Fold your hands in your lap, look down slightly in reverence, and walk slowly. Say or read the prayer at a rate of 2 syllables per footstep (excepting when "I"' begins a sentence, which is one).
When you get to the end repeat over and over and over again, and walking in the dark helps too.
A WALKING MEDITATION
Without Love I no one know
Without Charity I owe
Without Faith nowhere to go
Without Grace I am just so
I shall meet someone in need
With Your gift to give in deed
For in Faith from fear we're freed
And thus can let Grace intercede
Did I meet you sick or poor
And did I recognize that you're
The Charity and Faith most pure
And Grace that ever shall endure?
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