Once upon a time, I used to define prayer as the crutch of the weak and the ‘disabled’.
I don’t subscribe to that view any more. But I don’t indulge in prayers. Even then I appreciate those who pray and come out happy.
I am writing this in the context of a lovely prayer I read the other day. An Irish prayer, it aroused my interest to read it several times.
An extract: “Take time to dream, it is hitching your wagon to a star/ Take time to love and be loved, it’s the privilege of the gods/ Take time to look around, it’s too short a day to be selfish/ Take time to laugh, it’s the music of the soul.”
How I wish I could convince myself in joining those who go to places of worship and come out happier.
I don’t pray because somehow I never felt the need for it. Prayers, I believe, are more to be read and acted upon than to recite.
I am not saying one should not pray.
Those who believe in the power of prayer should be proud of their daily prayer habits.
I call them lucky; maybe they are able to understand the power of prayer more than I do.
Irish comedian Farquhar perhaps gives expression to the true spirit of prayer when he says, “Grant me some wild expression, heavens, or I shall burst …words, words, words, or I shall burst.”
Here is a man in distress and the essentiality in the prayer is that an agitated mind or a woe-struck soul needs the magic of prayer to calm it down.
That is why I have the habit of calling prayer as the science of self-counseling.
A distressed or agonised mind gets immense relief from counseling — be it from within or without.
Thus, prayer has its importance and relevance in life.
Life is not all logic and can’t be explained in mathematical equations.
It is said if we were all logical, the future would be bleak indeed.