[Poem] Whispers in the Wind

In hushed tones, or cries of despair,
A prayer takes flight, a whisper in the air.
No altar grand, no incense sweet,
Just a heart laid bare, emotions running deep.

Beneath a starlit sky, or in the morning light,
A silent plea, a yearning to take flight.
For strength to rise, for burdens to release,
For solace in the storm, for inner peace.

No form or structure, no language precise,
Just the raw essence, a longing that arises.
A conversation whispered, a thread so fine,
Connecting the human to the divine.

Though answers may not come, and silence may remain,
The act of prayer itself eases the pain.
A seed is sown, a hope takes root,
A silent trust, a whispered, gentle fruit.