Prayer in my Heart

My heart first learned to pray as a small child, with the winds and sounds of the earth, coupled with the fullness of the Orthodox faith to found solid grounding. In the whispers in the air, a comfort and calm of quiet devotion and eminence would consume my senses. There, I have known peace and reverence.

As I have grown, the earth still speaks God's plenty and His church flows with beauty and prayer. It is in Slavonic, I began to rediscover the language of my heart, that God's presence is where we find faith, prayer, and love, not simply in words alone. I am overjoyed to breathlessness and humility, when I hear Milost Mira in such a way as to speak more to my heart than to my ears.

In the darkest of times, I have only to return to the familiarity of this simplicity, though I oftentimes forget and I walk in sadness and cold, until reclaim the constant provisions so easily overlooked. Glory to God in the highest, and on Earth-Peace, Goodwill toward men.