I want to believe That my prayers are being heard Lately it seems They have all been wasted words How many prayers will it take How many tears must we cry Till we can walk across that bridge of hope To peace on the other side?
Of all the things you could pray for, pray for one. To be in that peace. To be able to recognize the blessing of this breath. The coming and going of this breath is my blessing. Beautiful. I love it. This is how that incredible beauty is touching us every time. Pulsing. This is the difference between you existing and you being a part of the dirt from which you came.
You are the answer to every prayer I've offered. You are a song, a dream, a whisper, and I don't know how I could have lived without you for as long as I have.
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street? Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep? What do you feel when you look in the mirror? Are you proud?
A drop in the ocean, a change in the weather. I was praying that you and me might end up together. It's like a wishing for rain as I stand in the desert. But I'm holding you closer than most 'cause you are my heaven.
