I have heard you say,
“I cannot pray,
not now,
I am too broken.”

Don’t you know,
when you love Him,
unspoken prayer
sifts steadily
from the ashes
of your dreams?

Rest
and close your eyes.
This incense
does not depend on you
to make it rise.

Don’t you know,
when you love Him,
you are a living censer
burning every moment,
every day?

My friend,
there is never a time
you don’t pray.

by Sandra Marek Behringer

Sandra is a dear family friend who graciously allowed me to share this with you. It’s from her book of meditative poetry, Only a Passage. ©2009, published by Prairie Hawk Books.