A Prayer Come Home

I found a prayer for you
Laying on the ground
Dusty, slightly crinkled
A little stained.
I picked it up and
Carefully wiped it clean
I hung it in the tree
In the yard. The big one.
Your prayer sways in the wind
And sings among the branches
The birds go by and
Pick up the melody
To spread.
The dogs goes out on the
Full moon nights
To sit down below
And howls its tune to the
People walking by, hum
Its little tune unknowing.

I know your out there
Listening to the birds.
Crying as the dogs howl

And in your soul
The prayer comes home