Sometimes the most heartfelt prayers need no polished words. Innocence, wonder, and unfiltered joy often become the truest expressions of faith and devotion.
The evening hymns begin.
A tiny toddler
totters to the altar,
takes the mic,
and his prattle
weaves itself into the canticles.
Perhaps the purest prayer.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
No comments:
Post a Comment
Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.