Whisper Prayer

I must have breathed a whisper-prayer, A single strand of softest silk, It must have floated through earth’s clouds And, caught in current’s upward stair, Tangled in my angel’s hair. She must have borne it Heaven-wards, This thought I barely knew was there, It must have drowsed in sorrow' s dreams And, woken with the warmth of tears, Poured its woes into her ears. She therefore knew though I did not, That deep inside I tried in vain, It must have sighed my sad regret, And spoke of steps I tripped and stumbled, As beneath my feet earth crumbled. For though we feel it's our will only, Pulling us away from ruin, It must be His that lifts us skywards, And His strength that lends our prayer Angel wings in our despair.