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.