A Hermit in Prayer

Honing intensity of life

he has to meditate alone.

Even the love for his wife

must be solitarily grown.

There must be a place in his mind

where no one else is allowed.

A place no outsider can find

where even a pin drop seems loud.

Roar of quotidian living

must be observed in silence.

Privacy is unforgiving;

even mantras do it violence.

That is where he can talk with God.

Why do most people think he’s odd?

Walt Abbott–6-9-2010