I prayed with no proof anyone could hear.
I wrote love letters with no one reply.
But my heart, a hopeful song,
kept turning toward the sun and sang.
Then the cold dark is gone,
a warm light comes.
The light whispers to me gently that
love is near me,
and I can touch love when I believe.
When I believe,
my heart is full of love.
love is in me
when I believe, in stillness.
In stillness, I find love.