a poetry selection from the pen of iamhethatspeaks

Amen…
I usually ask you to mute yourself when you pray in the mornings…
I was going through what I was going through with god and couldn’t stomach someone else having his attention.
I had been doing this for maybe six months.

Ironically, on the seventh month someone whispered to me ever so gently…
It was you, My Love.
You told me that for six faith-filled  months,

you’ve brought me to the Lord,

each and every morning.
In your prayers,

you said that all you asked is that

"The lord gently introduce Himself to you".

On the first day of the seventh month,

I asked you to not mute yourself--
Knowing how you pray and how you carry yourself,

I became intrigued.

I wanted to see how prayer could

make such a woman.
Could create such a peace.

I wanted, what you prayed for.
I wanted, us along with God.
I wanted--

that peace you gained after your morning prayers.
It always seemed to prepare you for the day.
I wanted more than anything,

to be the calm you achieved after prayer.
I desired to be the command “peace be still” personified…
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On the first morning of the seventh month your prayers had been answered.

Signaled by our joint Amen,

our next journey had now begun.

To whom this may concern,
Seek…and ye shall find.
Ask…and it shall be given unto you.