Prayer I

Prayer ain't what we thought it was… Not hands together… not words rehearsed… Prayer was the first thing given when the light came alive Before the world had a name, before time could arrive Before the mind split the whole into pieces to see It was a voice shared between what is and what be Not asking for nothing, not reaching for more Just a song from the Son that the Father adore And it echo right back, like a mirror of grace Every note held in love, no beginning, no place We was taught it was begging, like we missing a piece Like we distant from God, like we searching for peace But the truth—prayer was never a call from the lost It was unity singing without counting the cost It's the voice of creation when it knows what it is The extension of God giving thanks as it lives And the Father respond with the same energy No division in sound, just a shared harmony Endless Not bound by a second or space Not waiting on time just to fall into place It was there before time even thought to exist Before form had a name, before light could be missed So what happens when we start to remember again? When the noise fall away and the silence step in? That same song start rising from deep in the chest Not a plea—but a knowing we already blessed I had to unlearn what I thought prayer should be Not a cry from below, but a truth that is me Every breath that I take, every word that I speak Is the echo of something eternal and deep Love giving thanks to itself through creation No separation, no need for translation The Son singing back what the Father already gave In a cycle of life that could never be saved 'Cause it never was broken, it never was gone It was always complete, always whole, always one And the prayer that we pray ain't a moment in time It's the state of being when we drop out the mind When time is done… That's all that remains… Not words… Not asking… Just Love… Recognizing… Love… Prayer… Was never something you do… It's something you are…