My prayers barely have words anymore. The few words I have are far from adequate to express what I pray. There is little need for words, on my part. I mostly just try to listen. I listen for the rhythm tapped out by heartbeat of creation and feel my own heart resonate. Sometimes, when I get out of the way, I hear the rhythm and tapping feet of the great, mystical, Divine dance.
I don’t pray for specific things, events or outcomes. I hold up whatever and whomever is on my heart or mind. I just hold them up, so they might hear, too. That’s all.
It’s a simple prayer, from a simple fool, growing only wise enough to know that he is a fool.