Anywhere Is A Place Of Prayer If God Is There

I have prayed on my knees in the morning,

I have prayed as I walked along,

I have prayed to the tune of a song . . .

I have prayed in a velvet, hushed forest

where the quietness calmed my fears.

I have prayed through suffering and heartache

when my eyes were blinded with tears.

I have prayed in churches and chapels,

cathedrals and synagogues, too,

But often I had the feeling

that my prayer were not getting through . . .

And I realized then that our Father

is not really concerned when we pray

Or impressed by our manner of worship

or the eloquent words that we say.

He is only concerned with our feelings,

and He looks deep into our hearts

And hears the cry of our souls’ deep need

that no words could ever impart.

Helen Steiner Rice