Can you hear me praying?

Can you hear me praying?
The sound of cicadas fill the air interrupting our conversation,
the oppressive heat distracting my ability to concentrate and articulate intentions.

Can you sense the intensity of my prayers?
My pleas for peace, reconciliation, grace, and blessings
this silent exchange of thoughts that I bring from a distant land.


Ahh... as I look up and stare at your glorious creation of the sunset I am assured that you have heard my voice.

You have given me a natural sign... the colors of the day and night have spilled together and calm my worrisome heart.