Prayer

The man kneels in the dirt
  a sacred act of prayer
In the street, where the statue
  stands a hidden moment
Seen, for the holy act it is
  never mind the gravel
Grinding into knees, the
  embarrassment of a friend
"Too bad we didn't get a picture"
  someone says, but you can't
Can't capture the divine in this
  moment with a photo
It was private, meant not to be
  intruded on, a holy ground
Do we honor this sacred place
  hallow the ground
Intimate acts are between the
  Creator and the person
The sacred is only captured
  with the heart