I’ve bowed my head
I have knelt down,
But … should I be upright?
I’ve closed my eyes,
I’ve raised my hands,
Or … should I fold them tight?

Do I stand up?
Should I sit down?
Dear Lord … what do you like?
Are lights turned on Or are they off?
Maybe … candle light?

Wear my glasses?
Take them off?
Be at my desk or table?
Should I whisper?
Speak out loud?
Do I quote the Bible?

What do you think
About the time?
Do You prefer the dawn?
Should I pray fast,
Or keep it slow?
Better short … or long?

I’m new at this
What are the rules?
I want to do it right.
How do I know
You’ll even hear
That I am in Your sight?

And while I sat there quietly, waiting for some sign, I heard a gentle voice say:

“Oh, dearest child of mine …
Do you think I really care about the time of day,
Or whether you are standing up,
Or kneeling when you pray?”

“I don’t care about your posture,
Or about the place you choose;
Just open up your soul to me,
I have no other rules.
Tell me what is in your heart,
And tell me what you seek;
Tell me of your sorrows,
And of those things that made you weak.”