Prayer…
Prayer…
has a way of sneaking
up and down
upon you.
In the busy highways
and byways…
in the sounds of traffic
and blaring muzak
the silent hush of prayer
whispers,
“I’M HERE, I’m Here, i’m here.”
In the soft wind
draping through the leaves
dangling within the trees’ branches—
prayer sits in an empty
nest…”I’m here.”
In the darkness
frozen in winter’s nakedness,
a band of snowflakes
paints the world a delicate
essence of white.
Prayer is the shadow
bringing ALL together
night and day…”I’m here.”
In the sweet, savory
moon going down in
the west—
the curtain
closes on a musical
that never ends.
In prayer—
no words necessary…
The unveiling of Oneness
ALWAYS before us, beside us,
within us.
Love the poem and the photo Sandy ?????