The prayer is said into the night sky
with a starry host who listens and brings
it to the throne of God.
Such a simple thing to pray.
Such small words.
Yet they are brought before
the very heart of God.
Ushered on the breeze,
lulled by the wind,
carried by the hands of the starry hosts.
Even before it is said
this dance has begun in my heart to God's.
A sacred trust of simple fragile
words to the source of Life.
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