I knelt with empty hands and hollowed heart,
No words weaved, no prayers to start.
My tongue was still, my soul unspoken,
A vessel, a spirit broken.
The weight of silence pressed my chest,
No eloquence, no voice confessed
I searched for phrases I couldn't find,
A prayer unformed, lost in my mind.
But in the quiet, a warmth arose,
A familiar presence my heart still knows.
No perfect lines, no rhyme to share,
And yet somehow, he was already there.
He heard the ache I could not name,
The quiet cry, my hidden shame.
You wiped the tears I hadn't shown,
The depths of me, you've always known.
So I sat, with hands held wide,
In you my God, I always abide.
In the stillness, your love is clear,
My wordless prayer reached your ear.
For in my void, you still speak,
To my heart, compared to you, so frail and weak.
No crafted speech, no grand display,
You heard my soul that couldn't pray.