Echoes of a Forgotten Prayer

In the pocket of chaos, a prayer lies unfurled,

a crumpled reminder of a once-fractured world.

It whispered soft solace through darkened despair,

words hung in the air, a flicker, a flare.

I unfolded the paper, edges worn and frayed,

like the remnants of hope that the universe made.

Each line, a promise, an echo, a plea,

that guided me gently when I couldn’t see.

It caught me in moments when the silence was loud,

when darkness pressed down, I felt sheltered and proud.

Now here it resides, a truth in disguise,

a silent salvation, a prayer that won't die.