Prayer Rises: A Brief Litany

When I think of you, Lord,

Like the sun on the horizon, prayer rises within me;

Like thick smoke from a campfire, prayer rises within me;

Like eyebrows responding to amazement, prayer rises within me;

Like trees stretching toward their Creator, prayer rises within me;

Like blades of grass reaching heavenward, prayer rises within me;

Like high tide inch by inch, prayer rises within me;

Like the arched hands of a ballerina's pirouette, prayer rises within me.

Right now, I'm thinking of you, Lord.