Prayer
a poem
Sometimes there are no words so I trust god to read my heart.
In the darkness of my room there’s a divine exchange between everything unspoken and everything unanswered, and you.
Too big to name but many names just the same.
Love might be the closest, but even love is just a door.
In the soft dark that cradles me, I can no longer tell if my eyes are opened or closed.
A voice that doesn’t use words. I listen.



beautiful! the nameless, wordless sacred.
yes <3