The Good Results of Prayer

The Good Results of Prayer

 

The devout will tell you—

How in the stillness,

They clasp hands tight

(As if to squeeze out wisdom)

And whispers ascend.

 

They’ll swear by the strength—

Not their own, but loaned—

That flexes in their feeble grip;

The clarity that visits

The confused yet hopeful mind.

 

Peace, they say, settles

Like dust after the storm—

Firm, even as the world blurs

Into another question unasked:

What face does solace wear

 

Amidst the clang and clamor

Of our difficult days?