He began to cry. The colors and his tears were a prayer to me. A fountain bubbled behind us, potted plants and trees surrounded us, a tourist family walked by smiling and their little girl waved at us. I felt as if we had prayed. I'm beginning to believe that prayer is as many things as there are people in the world and moments in their lives.
Prayer is many things to each person.
And, for me, the most profound form of prayer is essentially noticing the presence of God in a particular moment. Prayer is noticing God in whatever way is natural to a person. Prayer is noticing God in the flutter of air which is the miracle of a tiny bird set free. Prayer is noticing God in the aftermath of a recent fatality and the hush that falls upon the living. Prayer is noticing God in the way that light is refracted between clouds and drops of water on a sad and glorious afternoon.