The End Of A Long Prayer

The End Of A Long Prayer

In a whisper so soft,
Only the angels notice,
Comes the end of a long prayer.
Its heartbeat rhythm,
Is now a quiet so deafening,
That even We are shaken to remember,
That the Heavens exist.

And now, in countless pieces,
That which we gave,
Is returned to us,
Settling in our hearts,
Shards of glass.

In each pause,
As we pick through our pain,
And our weary thoughts rest,
Is where we remember,
And we hear,
The sound of being heard,
And quietly, the whisper,
Of our own prayer.