Of That Peace That Can Pet A Grasshopper -an original poem

From my priest, I was given a piece
Of the peace that can pet a grasshopper.
In stories and tales, I heard understanding would fail
If it tried to comprehend such a subject.
Our many thoughts and empty dreams
Would seem, to us, to truly be unreal
As the Real is brought near
In prayer beyond all contemplation.
Imagination, meditation: useless feats
That cannot compete with noetic prayer, once stirring.

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