Speckled sunlight sits on the window sill
lighting up a room in disarray.
Scattered papers
speak of plans gone awry
at a moment’s notice
shoved aside
now stale and sour.
Plans pickled in patient waiting
poke through the ruffles of yesterday
and I’m called to pray.
In silence I sigh softly
as my mind, eyes, and tongue
reach out to a God
who is the friend of silence.
I see things anew
and listen to the murmurs
of heart to heart
receiving, giving
thoughts flowing with energy
uniting God and me
in active caring.
Confidence complete and constant
floods the soul
so recently caught in anguish
born of worldly worries,
and peace cradles me
rocking me back and forth
lulling me into a calm
that only the God of mystery
can gift me.
Sunshine bursts into the room
and a perpetual prayer
rises like incense
and perfumes the air
with the scent of surrender.