The Beauty of Silence

Its not the image I see in the mirror or the sunlight shining through my window every morning I wake up from my long dreams. Its the fact that I can pray. Its amazing how the simplicity of life continuing on a progression can just happen with 10 or 15 mins or however long with prayer. Anything and everything can change with the energy not the time you mold and shape to let God mold and shape. The suns never really up and nor is my roommate but there's the silence of the breaking dawn that draws me...It says "Praise me, Praise me" and I am draw because its not a want but a must. The silent room paints a picture in my mind of a dark space that takes the form of faces that I know and love. Those faces come and go slowly and with every face is an emotion and an option. I can pray for them  or let the hurt, guilt, pain, and shame, keep me from the glory of the Lord being revealed in them. I chose and continue to admire the silence of the time but the stillness of the prayer. I never prefer silent prayers and I don't really care much for who hears me but I do know that every word I utter is important. Its the magnificent beauty that surrounds my ears when the time is now to...pray.

                                  This is the day to pray and capture the beauty of silence