Among the things I’ve swiped from my dad (which include, but are not limited to: a bundt pan, a glass meatloaf pan that I don’t use for meatloaf, and a big solid wood bookcase) is a book called Prayers from the Ark, written by Carmen Bernos de Gasztold and translated by Rumer Godden.
On the inside, in my dad’s handwriting, is written “from Dorothy & Ken”. I really like that.
It looks exactly like this.
It is a collection of prayers from the perspective of various animals that may have been on the ark, including Noah himself. On the one hand, it seems to represent prayers from different personality types. But as I think about it more carefully, I can identify with most of them, depending on my mood and particular circumstance.
Beyond that, it reminds me to be careful about judging others, and to be respectful of their perspectives. It also reminds me of the attributes of personalities that may be very different from my own, but no less important or meaningful.
Today, I want to share The Prayer of the Goat, the one that most resonates with me at this point in my life:
let me live as I will!
I need a little wild freedom,
a little giddiness of heart,
the strange taste of unknown flowers.
For whom else are Your mountains?
Your snow wind? These springs?
The sheep do not understand.
They graze and graze,
all of them, and always in the same direction,
and then eternally,
chew the cud of their insipid routine.
But I – I love to bound to the heart of it all
leap Your chasms,
and, my mouth stuffed with intoxicating grasses,
quiver with an adventurer’s delight
on the summit of the world!