Blessed are You, HaShem, who hears the prayers of Your people.
Please, Holy One, hear the prayer
I have written in my heart.
I cannot find the words that will
bring Your people close to You.
Your call awakened me from slumber.
My loved ones sleep. I wait in silence.
Tears fall on my unspoken prayer.
Writing prayer can be a lonely task.
Let me feel the presence of others
who also wait for words of joy and sorrow,
of grief and dancing, for words that
move Your people’s hearts.
Who write prayers that sing
of passionate love, who create
psalms of justice and peace,
the deepest prayers of the human soul.
In northern lands of cold and ice,
In southern islands of warmth and sun,
In pulsing city nights, under quiet country skies,
In Your Holy City, Jerusalem,
We listen for Your Voice.
Please, Holy One, hear the prayer
that lies unspoken in my heart.
Write the words that will bring
Your people close to You.
Blessed are You, HaShem, who writes the prayers of Your people.
