A Prayer for My Daughter(s) By William Butler Yeats
Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle
But Gregory’s Wood and one bare hill
Whereby the haystack and roof-levelling wind,
Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed;
And for an hour I have walked and prayed
Because of the great gloom that is in my mind.
I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour,
And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower,
And under the arches of the bridge, and scream
In the elms above the flooded stream;
Imagining in excited reverie
That the future years had come
Dancing to a frenzied drum
Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.
When I read Yeats poem, I knew it would be a great compliment to this haiku. Even though his poem, which I have split into five parts, was written specifically for his daughter, I will encourage all who read it to insert any others they wish; sons, family, friends, the world… it all fits. Prayer is universal not owned by any faction. May we all be uplifted.
“Prayer is not an old woman’s idle amusement. Properly understood and applied, it is the most potent instrument of action.” Mahatma Gandhi
May she be granted beauty, and yet not
Beauty to make a stranger’s eye distraught,
Or hers before a looking-glass; for such,
Being made beautiful overmuch,
Consider beauty a sufficient end,
Lose natural kindness, and maybe
The heart-revealing intimacy
That chooses right, and never find a friend.
Helen, being chosen, found life flat and dull,
And later had much trouble from a fool;
While that great Queen that rose out of the spray,
Being fatherless, could have her way,
Yet chose a bandy-leggèd smith for man.
It’s certain that fine women eat
A crazy salad with their meat
Whereby the Horn of Plenty is undone.
Praying for our girls
Strength, wisdom, beauty and more
We drop pain and shame…
“The prayer of the man is not perfect until he no longer recognizes himself or the fact that that he is praying.”
In courtesy I’d have her chiefly learned;
Hearts are not had as a gift, but hearts are earned
By those that are not entirely beautiful.
Yet many, that have played the fool
For beauty’s very self, has charm made wise;
And many a poor man that has roved,
Loved and thought himself beloved,
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.
May she become a flourishing hidden tree,
That all her thoughts may like the linnet be,
And have no business but dispensing round
Their magnanimities of sound;
Nor but in merriment begin a chase,
Nor but in merriment a quarrel.
Oh, may she live like some green laurel
Rooted in one dear perpetual place.
Praying for our sons
Courage, guidance, empathy
We surrender hurts…
At different points in our lives, we might get pulled in another direction and the things that mattered to us; our precious routines are compromised or lost. We step back take stock and then reconnect. Delays are not denials. May we all be blessed. More Below!
“There is a polish for everything. There is a polish that takes away rust; and the polish for the heart is the remembrance of God.” Prophet Muhammad
My mind, because the minds that I have loved,
The sort of beauty that I have approved,
Prosper but little, has dried up of late,
Yet knows that to be choked with hate
May well be of all evil chances chief.
If there’s no hatred in a mind
Assault and battery of the wind
Can never tear the linnet from the leaf.
An intellectual hatred is the worst,
So let her think opinions are accursed.
Have I not seen the loveliest woman born
Out of the mouth of Plenty’s horn,
Because of her opinionated mind
Barter that horn and every good
By quiet natures understood
For an old bellows full of angry wind?
Praying for family
Community, trust, and love
We abandon fear…
“If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be enough.” Meister Eckhart
Considering that, all hatred driven hence,
The soul recovers radical innocence
And learns at last that it is self-delighting,
And that its own sweet will is heaven’s will,
She can, though every face should scowl
And every windy quarter howl
Or every bellows burst, be happy still.
And may her bridegroom bring her to a house
Where all’s accustomed, ceremonious;
For arrogance and hatred are the wares
Peddled in the thoroughfares.
How but in custom and in ceremony
Are innocence and beauty born?
Ceremony’s a name for the rich horn,
And custom for the spreading laurel tree.
Originally published in Poetry, November 1919. via PoetryFoundation.org
Praying for ourselves
Grateful for the grace to pray
Embrace all above…
There are times we might step away from prayer because we are in too much pain. The preciousness of prayer is that the work is never in vain… May we all be embraced.
What are your thoughts? Do you pray often? Have you been personally touched by prayer? What prayer moments have helped you? Do share! Thank you.
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