A Prayer Of Love Poem by Mystic Indian

A Prayer of Love

Words, strung together—
flowers at your altar.
Sounds rising, drawing your attention,
I pray they turn to music
amidst the ceaseless hum of the world.

But how far are You?
High in the sky?
My prayers do not travel but a few meters—
do they reach your heavens?

Do the chants, woven in nature's rhythms,
resonate where You are?
Then hear my heart,
for it is Your creation too—
beating Your name
with every pulse,
every breath,
and in every silent pause between.

In frequencies unheard by me,
yet known to You,
hear me—
in sound and in silence.
It is only this,
the prayer of love.