On bended knee,
Hands clasped together,
Nestled close to the chest,
Heart's rhythm felt,
Head bowed,
Eyes shut.
The silence,
Weighing a ton.
The heart speaks
To its Creator.
Words circulate
As the mind collects
Conversations
Meant for God's ear.
A silent vigil commencing
As the pounding of the chest
Deepens.
Without a peep,
Nor sound escaping,
A conversation ends
With Amen.

