A kind of prayer

As time passed I grew aware
That writing was a kind of
Prayer.

In writing I found myself
And others including God.

The writer consciously or
Unconsciously makes an effort
To help others to see, to hear,
And to experience.

Speaking directly to one’s brain
For the contents move from one
Mind to another. Without a writer
And a reader it does not exist.

Yes, writing does enhance my
Experience of the author of life.
A wonderful path to contemplative
Reality- to the eternal source of our being.