Don't think you need the special place to talk to
The nature could be your cathedral, decorated with the trees
The altar could be sky , adorned with the clouds whiteness
Singing of the birds akin to angels, rehearsing for the evening service

Here I stay under the ancient music of the leaves
Shaking with the every movement of wind for centuries, maybe
Opening my soul in the revealing monologue for His ears only
Sometime ago another human stood right on this spot, who knows
Begging for forgiveness, asking, testing patience

Lord, let me pray
I do not do it often, but now i feel the need to talk to
The smell of candles, burning in the dark,the saints glaring from the Walls with the sad expressions, juxtaposing all in somber mood
It's better be between the grass and flowers, the air picking up the words, no walls, no buildings , just me and you

by Margaret Gudkov