Prayer .5
These are the solemn moments when prayers appear to only reach the edge of our lips and then vanish into the hostile air. They do not seem to penetrate the heavens or move the hearts of men. The visible evidence is scant, but the invisible remains. The songbirds do not fly at night, but find shelter in the dark of the forest reciting their wild thoughts of instinct without sense of time or intention quietly waiting for the early dawn when their songs indicate a new arrival. Prayers do not cease for even a moment. They are the endless movements of the soul expressing itself clearly in the tragic and the confusion manifesting itself in the will to continue in the dark night whispering hopes and desires of safety and life. The prayers never end. The hope endures to all generations. AMEN.