Prayer in Another's House

Beloved,

I wanted to give you the shape of words...
But alas, how clumsy I am! I turned the pages of dictionaries, filled papers with my pen—yet you cannot be captured in words. Each word seems to look toward your face and bow its head in silence.

At last, sitting in a corner of my heart, thinking quietly, only one word floated up—'prayer.'
Yes, you are my prayer.

You are that dawn for which the night stars keep watch without blinking.
You are that breeze that comes silently to touch the weary heart and passes on.
You are those tears that fall only in the joy of deep love—not in pain, not in separation.
You are that prayer I have never made before anyone, only kept burning in the light within me.

In wanting you there are no conditions, no insistence, there is 
only one pure longing—that you be well.
Wherever you are, with whomever you may be, I will be a prayer for you—
silently, selflessly, forever.

In love,
Your prayer