I am not hiding in meditation
You don’t need mala or or rosary or yoga to feel me
Hymns are not the key to unlock this door
Nor do i command that you pray
But simply wonder
Who is behind that smile on a strangers face?
Or the space in an empty room?
Inviting the breath into your lungs,
And guiding the blood through your veins?
I am with you always
My hand on your back,
That is me, the silent whisper in your ear.