Reality

I know you are knowledgable,
But can you break open the sky with your facts?
Can you make reality waver,
As a million feelings of love consume the room?


I know you have immaculate research,
And your lit corridors are impeccably sterile,
But can you create peace out of the fabric of belief?
Can you liberate the being you stifle in your soul
That is more powerful than the world?


I know you can see the future,
and know the stars' probability of error,
But do you know their souls?
Can your soul look into my eyes
And know who I am?

Learning to Pray

I learned to pray as I learned to talk.
I did not learn to pray because "if I prayed God would give me blessings."
I did not learn to pray because "good people pray."
I did not learn to pray because I hurt God's feelings when I didn't pray.
I didn't even learn to pray because I would hurt my parents' feelings if I didn't pray!


I learned to pray because I love God.
I learned to pray because I know He loves me.
I learned to pray because I know I can tell Him anything and everything and He will still love me.
I learned to pray because I know these things.  Every single morning of my life, if I cared to get up that early, I could peek into my parents' room at 4:00 am and see my mother kneeling up against her too soft chair, audibly pouring out her soul to God.


I know she loves Him.
I know she knows He loves her.
I know she knows she can tell Him anything and everything and He will still love her.