Prayer
In hushed whispers or a heartfelt plea,
Prayer, a bridge unseen, yet meant to be.
It floats on faith, a silent, feathered thing,
To unseen ears, a message it can bring.
No padlock holds, no distance can confine,
It slips through walls, a lifeline so divine.
In sorrow’s depths, a flicker in the night,
A spark of hope, a gentle, guiding light.
For burdens shared are lighter, that is true,
But whispered prayers can mend a heart in two.
It fills the soul with whispered, calming grace,
A quiet strength to find a better space.
It holds no form, no color, nor a sound,
Yet in its wake, a peace can be found.
Like magic blooms, where worries used to cling,
A fragile hope, on whispered prayer’s wing.
So let it rise, this magic yet unseen,
A whispered word, a silent, trusting dream.
For prayer’s soft touch, though subtle and unknown,
Holds a power vast, to heal and make us whole.
