my heart ofen whisper a
silent prayer in the mid
st of a noisy street, for
a noisy street for i know
that the god i turned to
is there as in the most
quiet retreat .
my heart ofen murmurs a
word of praise as i join
in life scurrying throng
for i know that he follows
the crowded way and hears
every hearts silent song .
my heart often holds up its
empty cup, drained dry by
confusion and care, for
i know that i only need
look up to be filled with
the comfort of prayer .
Helen Lowrie Marshall
is the writer of this piece