saffronhare

I'm even working on something pretending to be a sonnet. :)

But that's not the point of this post. Nope. I saw a very interesting bit on

sciencemusings this morning, about prayer and abstraction and such. Here's an excerpt that sounded achingly beautiful in my head and on my lips this springtime morning:

I still say litanies, but now the words are attached to things -- things that beat and breathe and weave and wave and splash and have weight in the hand -- and for that I thank my father. How about a dragonfly litany?

River jewelwing, pray for us.
Smoky rubyspot, pray for us.
Aurora damsel, pray for us.
Powdered dancer, pray for us.
Fawn darner, pray for us.
Flame skimmer, pray for us.
Little blue dragonlet, pray for us.
Calico pennant, pray for us.
...
Amen.

And now, I suppose I should do some work. Right? Right.