silent prayer

At lost, I say my prayer, murmuring lips utter but thin breath,

with hope they would transcend syllables and sound

prevail over wayward ego

that shadows journey homeward bound

Bring out the saint within; for I could not know how

and grant peace on whom may seek

to find that tranquil meadow

and cure this weary bleak

silent prayers gave no sound

no sound ever given

some traveler in dire err

longed for a beacon