Below is a poem I wrote while at the LACMA in January. They are currently showing YZ Kami’s work on prayer. Before me stood this large painting of a black woman named Ava, her eyes closed, her smile peaceful, slightly blurred yet clear. What came next was the idea of meditation being God’s way of praying to us. There is something remarkably empowering in the thought that God communicating to us is prayer to us. Instead of us beseeching God to hear us and to help us and to heal us, God is beseeching us to hear him and to help him and to heal others. Paradigm shifted in me. Here’s to hoping that this is true.
The Prayer of Ava
Oh holy Ava
blessed vision of soul
trapped skin of burnt sienna
closed eyes in peaceful reverie
Dear mother of meditation
Hear the prayers of your God
who whispers freedom for all
who chants release for the disenfranchised
who sings healing over the sick and broken
Oh holy Ava
woman of all
Redeem the Lord’s call
for redemption and fulfillment of deity’s intention
Creation is aching for your touch
Do you hear the maker’s prayer for your movement in this moment?
Will you answer this God’s plea with yes?
Will you be present with him?
Be here now
Be heard now
Be her now
Glory forever and forever