Author's Note: This is a poem that formed completely unexpectedly a couple of weeks ago, and I decided to properly format it and post it here. I hope you, dear readers, enjoy this piece, and please leave a review to tell me what you think. Thank you.
The words may whisper past my lips,
Soft and quiet, carrying its message upward;
Or the words may be shouted
In a tumultuous phrase that still goes heavenward.
Sometimes, silent tears may fall,
Whether in sadness or joy, only He and I know;
Other times, smiles and twinkling eyes hold wonder
For the blessings He bestows.
There are moments of peace,
But the words are never quite lost;
Rather, they radiate in my heart—
An unspoken understanding and acceptance that can never be tossed.
Prayers are more than a habitual responsibility—
More than mere words spoken aloud (or in the mind);
Prayers are a connection to our Lord
That you and Him hold most dear and kind.