This Morning I Pray for My Enemies
And whom do I call my enemy?
An enemy must be worthy of engagement.
I turn in the direction of the sun and keep walking.
It’s the heart that asks the question, not my furious mind.
The heart is the smaller cousin of the sun.
It sees and knows everything.
It hears the gnashing even as it hears the blessing.
The door to the mind should only open from the heart.
An enemy who gets in, risks the danger of becoming a friend.
Writing Prompts Inspired by This Morning I Pray for My Enemies
Write a poem that uses or comes from this line: “It’s the heart that asks the question, not the furious mind.”
Joy Harjo doesn’t name the enemies in “This Morning I Pray For My Enemies.” The poem becomes at once personal and universal, individual and also social. We all have enemies that are particular to us as individuals and also larger structural enemies. How do we meet them?
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