Pieces of Prayer

I bend to pick up a colorful bit of glass,
rub the sand off, and whisper a prayer...
again and again I repeat the action-
bend, rub and pray as I place the sea glass in my bag

before long I have a bag full of pieces of prayer
representing my gratitude and my worry
tangible reminders of my solitary walk
with the Lord on the lakeshore

and my soul feels His peace
through my pieces of prayer

whether the wind blows fierce under sky of gray
and the waves violently crash into rocky shore
or the day is mild with blue sky
and water gently laps at the beach
I am there walking along the water
collecting my pieces of prayer

and my soul feels His peace
through my pieces of prayer