“You don’t stand a chance
against my prayers”
— Robbie Robertson, Ghost Dance

Let’s understand this.
The coarse bravado
that says prayers are useless
has only won provisionally
when those who hear it let it in
and in discouragement
don’t pray

When beings pray,
the contact of power
brings infinity into the place, the moment.
There’s nothing that can overcome it,
for its whisper also speaks
within the silent walls of hearts

Prayer can speak to
who was called enemy
from the inside
as epiphany, as common sense,
as what they’ve always understood.
They can’t stand against it
because it speaks as them.
In this we are one, in this we win.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 1, 2016