The Stillness of Prayer

I feel the Earth's finger tips
silently brushing
my soul,
reminding me
that I am a stranger
passing through a mystery
of shapes and shadows.

Looking in the river
I see her beating heart,
The sound is ancient.

The silence shrouding
this moment
gives me peace,
a brief rest
on a long journey.

The stillness
demands nothing of me,
yet I know this place
is more at peace
when I am gone.

Michael Robinson