Prostration.

I whisper those words in secrecy,

And I know that you are near,

As I stand on the prayer mat,

I know I have nothing to fear.

So close to you, I feel safe,

I see you, but I don't,

I know I'll get my answers,

Even though I won't.

I bow to you, and whisper,

How right does this feel,

I whisper secrets to you,

That I know you won't reveal.

My forehead touches the ground,

I am truly yours,

Help me sail this sea, dear God,

Help me see the shore.

I raise my hands in silence,

I fear you and no one else,

You're there, I know, you're everywhere,

I know you'll always help.

And the feeling I get after

Bowing down in front of you,

Is a feeling that is to me

almost too good to be true.