Where Prayer Comes From

Prayer comes from a hidden reservoir deep within the heart, and words flow at times like a river in flood. The mystery is that you can pray at all, that your lips can form words, that you can find a way to reach out to God even if you question God's existence and doubt anyone can hear your prayers. Prayers come unbidden, as if a well deep inside you can't help overflowing with gratitude and doubt, hope and remorse, questions and more questions, and your lips cannot stay silent but must open and let your prayer ascend to heaven. And you watch each prayer rise in the air like a bubble, each word like a balloon released from your grasp, hope dangling like a string until each prayer vanishes, growing smaller and smaller, nothing but a dot against the sky, then gone.