Thursday, November 27, 2014
Walking in the starry darkness.
I seek a quiet place of peace.
Breath blows white against the air.
Mind searches a forgotten prayer.
I still my breath to quiet my mind.
In the solitude I find.
Even silence has a sound
and as it hums around my feet.
I spin with arms aloft.
To quiet ghosts I shout aloud.
Amen Amen my prayer is found
Draw near and hear my joyous sound
Topic(s) of this poem: prayers
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Sometimes the best prayer is not learned words rhymed off but listening and letting god touch your heart