Putting my hands palm to palm,
I opened them to form a cup.
I prayed, imagining my prayer taking form into my cupped hands.
I imagined, God's hand, loving hands, underneath my own,
When every word of mine, no longer had a name, when only silence stood between my heart and hands, when my prayer(s) sat heavy in my hands--
I opened them, letting them pour out to the hands underneath.
Trusting that the loving hands underneath my own held my prayer.
That is faith, bringing me courage, to face whatever comes my way.