The night spreads to a blanket
of stars and moonlight.
We lie on our backs in devotion
to the sky.
All is quiet in this temple.
Opening your hands...you reach
into the night -
as if to call forth something greater
than ourselves.
And the grace of this simple
gesture -
punctuates a silence
deeper than we both can know.
And into this void...we cast our
prayers.
~
True prayer is given to silence - a void left by
spoken word and returned to
original voice.
And we converse with intent...our desires
met in quiet anticipation.
They have been
answered.
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