Whispers to the Sky

I send my prayers on quiet wings,  

Hoping they’ll rise, reach heavenly things,  

But the silence falls, like a heavy night,  

And I wonder if my words take flight.

I’ve asked, I’ve pleaded, time and again,  

For peace, for answers, an end to the pain,  

Yet the stillness stays, with no reply,  

And I question, why, Lord, why?

Is there a reason beyond my sight?  

A purpose hidden in this quiet fight?  

Or do my words get lost in the wind,  

As I wait, and wonder, will grace begin?

Though disappointment weighs on my soul,  

I hold on to hope, though it takes its toll.  

Perhaps, in ways I cannot yet see,  

The answer comes, silently, shaping me.