she asks me why my lips are in motion
yet no sound is heard
I told her it’s just a notion
that what she hears
or lack there of
and what He listens to are
of identical reverberations
that the walls I built
and that the walls she sees
are for only Him to glide over
while she must dig
to find answers to questions
queries of age old
misconceptions that
I was never that innocent
and while I stood there
feet width apart
caressing those tear stained pages
the ones that our ancestors shed
crimson salty droplets on
I realized it was and never will be in vain
these thoughts that consume me
are of nothing but Him in that moment
when everything is faded
and then His presences is the only
sensation that I experience
she may still be digging
wondering if I still zone in
or if my outward appearance
and actions
mirror anything of what
my soul’s desire of connection
is
And then I realize
I’m okay
I’m alright
bless be He
who sheds light
during the darkest of night
Amber is the Color of Her Energy 
Laurie Kolp
August 20, 2013 at 9:00 pm
Prayer is a beautiful thing.
brian miller
August 20, 2013 at 9:14 pm
thank goodness for the light that pierces the darkness showing us the way—whether we deserve it or not…smiles….
kimnelsonwrites
August 21, 2013 at 12:41 am
Your last stanza is absolutely lovely.
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2013/08/20/transformation-2/
theHighJewess
August 21, 2013 at 5:09 am
Beautiful.
ayala
August 23, 2013 at 1:15 am
a great poem!
Beth Winter
August 23, 2013 at 10:19 pm
Great truths here. Prayer shouldn’t be questioned or in need of disclaimers.
Mary
August 24, 2013 at 2:24 pm
I truly LOVE the prayerful quality of this. He does indeed shed light in the darkest of nights.
darkangelwrites
November 16, 2013 at 5:14 pm
I enjoyed the way this unfolded. “lips are in motion
yet no sound is heard” I should have guessed right off, but didn’t.