What's prayer? It's shooting shafts into the dark. What mark they strike, if any, who's to say? It's reaching for a hand you cannot touch. The silence is so fathomless that prayers like plummets vanish into the sea. You beg.… — Frederick Buechner Copy Share Image
The sky is my prayer, the birds are my prayer, the wind in the trees is my prayer, for God is all in all. — Thomas Merton Copy Share Image
