Prayersong

Black Elk said,
"Perhaps you have noticed
that even in the very lightest breeze
you can hear the voice
of the cottonwood tree."

All beings pray to the Great Spirit.

I hear the bee's buzzing prayer to the flower.
I notice the eagle's soaring prayer with the sky.
I see the stars praying quietly in the heavens.
I feel thunder's prayerful dance with lightning.

There is sacred prayer in doing the dishes
in taking a shower
in holding a hand
in eating
in sleeping.

All beings pray continually by simply being who they are,
each one a divine instrument 
in this symphonic sea of resonance.
And if I pay attention,
each one becomes a tuning fork
aligning me with the very presence of God.

©Cindye Sablatura 2021