Prayer is not simply a stirring; that is part of it, but too little. It is rather the returning of a voice which will not, at first, be heard from afar but speaks instead in deeper communion. It is the turning aside to a friend who has seen it all, known it all, and the murmured vulnerabilities that there speak our hearts’ desires (albeit often poorly, and with failing, flailing words.) True, those whispers may, unknown, loosen hard ground – for even the rocks may yet cry out. Yet we who, averting our gaze towards another object, may find in our turning a deeper strength.