I love to hear a prayer soaring to heaven, full of all the glory of realms of light, crying out in passionate transcendence, yet mixing in the earthy things.  I love a prayer that rockets and plods.  I love asking for the kingdom to come and for daily bread.  It makes me happy.  I love Brigham Young asking for the marvelous gifts of the eternal God and for just a little rain to finish off the corn crop nicely.  I love my wife this AM praying for that vast airy fire of the Spirit within our souls, and relief from the muscle stress in our backs.