My Time to Pray - A Poem
The evening comes and darkness falls
There is a quiet hush
In the silence a whisper
This is my time to pray
A time of reflection
A time of renewal
Prayer comes from the heart
Silent utterances to the Creator
My Creator
My God
This is my time to pray
I open my heart
I listen for the whisper
I commune with the Maker
He and I
Father and daughter
I speak to Him
As a child speaks to a parent
This is my time to pray
He can hear my thoughts
I only have to utter his holy name
He returns each night
Like a faithful friend
He does not forsake me
He holds me in his sacred embrace
This is my time to pray.