Myriad of Contradictions

It is a myriad of contradictions.

I don’t know how it works, but I know it does.
I don’t know why we have it, but I know it is a gift.
I don’t know how to do it, but I am compelled to try.
It seems insignificant and powerful.

It is something I loathe and enjoy.
It is frustrating and exhilarating.
It is freeing and binding,
It is mocked by man and coveted by many.

It is disciplined yet unstructured.
It costs nothing yet is priceless.
It is common yet a privilege.
It is observed by few yet heard by many.

When we kneel, we stand.
When we are alone, we are surrounded.
When we say less, we are heard more.
When we are speechless, our voice is as crystal.

It is a myriad of contradictions.

It is prayer.