The Wind Wrote a Letter to the Sky

I have seen the trees break open,

spilling light from the heavens to the unbelieving earth.

I have inhaled the scent of the earth’s sorrow,

pressed it between the clouds

and left the love note sealed.

I have touched the backs of running children,

felt their skin soft against my wrinkled hands.

I have sung the song of the restless and the wary,

but the words have vanished like mist.

Sky,

tell me,

where does a prayer go

when no one is listening?