This morning, I was looking for some INspiration.  Randomly opening up the The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran, I was rewarded with his poem about PRAYER.  Therein, I found LAUGHTER.  Tee hee ~@~

Then a priestess said, Speak to us of Prayer.
And he answered, saying:
You pray in your distress and in your need;
would that you might pray also in the fullness
 of your joy and in your days of abundance.

For what is prayer but
the expansion of yourself into the living ether?

And if it is for your comfort to pour your
darkness into space, it is also for your delight
to pour forth the dawning of your heart.

And if you cannot but weep when your soul
summons you to prayer, She should spur you again
and yet again, though weeping, until you shall come LAUGHING.

When you pray you rise to meet in the air those who are praying at that very hour and whom save in prayer you may not meet.

Therefore, let your visit to that temple invisible
be for naught but ecstasy and sweet communion.
 
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