I breathe a soft whispered prayer.
Hope laced in soft candlewick words.
Delicate silk threads deftly sewn.
Each line like an engraved desire.
A stelae to the Lords pure grace.

I then hold my breath and listen.
For a sound from heaven above.
As I hear my heart beat out praise.
To the joy of my very soul.
And know that God is good indeed.

MJ Flack