A prayer from lips that make no sound
a noise exhaled
though none around
to hear pleas through heaving breath
barely alive close to death
quivering hands gently placed
palm to wood
splinters sharply
pain
sheltered darkly
from the tree
the manger built
from the tree
a saviour wilt
set me free
on my knees
with silent lips
he arriveth to me
under that star
palm to wood
I lean in
breath newborn scent
heaven sent
on this silent night.
Sitting at the well 