Words, a poem.

Words

Worlds in each word, 

A prayer unfolding.

Colliding coincidences,

Randomized conclusions; 

All an illusion. 

Unfolding with perfect design 

At the divine time.

No, no, 

No coincidences here, 

But worlds being created 

With each word so dear. 

Each moment we are praying, 

Yearning for healing, 

Embodying gratitude; 

Not noticing the effects 

Taking action without regret. 

We pray for discernment;

Don't pray without purpose. 

We speak with elation, 

Don't speak without thinking. 

“The fool says in his heart, 

‘There is no God’” 

The fool feels in his heart, 

Nothing fake without consequence.  

Hold on. 

Step back. 

Let your tongue find a new word! 

We don't speak without purpose; 

We speak with discernment. 

We pray with elation; 

We pray without thinking. 

Every word is a new world. 

Every heartfelt word,

A prayer.