My Only Prayer

I used to pray
Sometimes still yearn to
Then just when I’m about 
to do it
I’m stopped 
in my tracks
because I know it’s all
just happening
because I know God’s will
is the only thing ever unfolding
because I know I’m just an
insignificant spec in infinity
because no matter what I think 
I want, what I really want 
is whatever I receive
because it seems futile to 
ask for anything, when everything
automatically arrives as needed
And yet, after all that…
I note the sweetness of
Something like a lifeline between
the material and the infinite
That I might know Myself
This is my only prayer