Prayer Eyes

i learned to pray almost as soon as i learned to breathe... i'm not sure there's much difference. sometimes i think if you get beaten down so much in life.... it allows you to let go of everything you thought you had to have, of everything that you thought you had to be.... and you learn to feel, and to see with new eyes, with prayer eyes.... eyes that know the connected, eyes that feel whether near or distant... eyes that touch, the unholy, the unforgiven, the outcast, the worthless... and find the sacredness of each. and know every breath to be a simple prayer... an unnamed star on the blackest of nights!