Prayers drifted through the air.
Thick like smoke. Glissening and shimmering.
Prayers floated all around. Some higher, lighter.
Some weighted down. All in need of answering.
Sorting. Being heard. How do they choose?
Colored and frail some are. Vibrant and bouncy others are.
Whispy and dreamy. Barely visible. All so beautiful!
How? When? Are they answering?
She looked to God as he looked at her. Chuckling at her expression
of overwhelming awe. Struck by the magnitude of all these words.
Many unspoken. Drifting, buzzing, looking for answers.
Only He can provide.
He laughs. Not overwhelmed or put off.
Eyes aglow and they wrinkle, just so. Hearty and soulful, the laugh is.
She realizes, all this…all these…prayers, like demands,
float everywhere. Unencumbered by their numbers, he laughs.
Not at the prayers themselves, but at the joy he receives from
acknowledging these prayers. These thoughts. Unspoken words.
Shouts of gratitude. Whips of WTF. He laughs.
Merrily answering or suggesting. As the prayers hover and flow