Lunch hour at work. Just enough time to pen a poem. In reality, I’ve been ruminating on this one since yesterday and I’m no-where nearer understanding the essence of a prayer. I know what it is, obviously- and why…but I couldn’t find the words to bring it to life. (I’ll think on that one). But, I got the essence of part of its journey..

Where does a prayer go

that which escapes parted lips?

It races clouds and sails past open skies

Yet it begins on bended knee

and wraps itself around a sigh

©Vivian Zems

Poets United -Midweek Motif- Prayer