I keep discovering poems by the great Mary Oliver that I’m certain I’ve shared with you, only to discover that I haven’t yet. The title of this poem is Logos and I encourage you to read the whole thing.
The extract I quote below is especially relevant to me because, until I was in my late 30s, I was always worried about using my imagination in prayer in case I was getting it “wrong.” The penny finally dropped that, because our imaginations are a gift from God, it doesn’t matter whether or not the imagined scene is 100% “authentic.” Listen to what Mary Oliver has to say:
Imagine him, speaking,
and don’t worry about what is reality,
or what is plain, or what is mysterious.
If you were there, it was all those things.
If you can imagine it, it was all those things.
Read the entire poem.