In adoration of the beauty in the little things surrounding us every day, I return to the once familiar. The prayer for others, that in another life, became ritual.

I see it because I’ve seen it. A flash of empty space where whispers are thunderous and the next step treacherous.

I have not prayed for ages, but tonight I prayed for you. I supplicated to the heavens on your behalf. 

May you take that step. May you travel the path.
You will know when you arrive. Never void of purpose.