Observing One Who Prays

You kneel at  the bed,
With pursed lips,
Like a child listening
At the edge of woods.

You mistake the wind
For the sound of spirits.
You see your prayer
Descending peaks

Through storms and rain
And endless oceans.
Your faith is still intact,
Patient as a widow,

Who burns the candle
On the nights shore,
Awaiting news
From the world’s end.