Where does my useless prayer go?

It goes out into the universe, to every person, to all animals.

Their prayers are coming my way too, although I can not hear them aloud.

Their prayers are their thoughts from a long way off in time and distance.

My prayer goes out to a million of me, to all possible outcomes;

Each one, in their different plane of existence, hears my prayer, not in their ears,

But in a place in their minds where consciousness starts as a wisp of smoke

And ends as a roaring fire.

It goes backward in time as well as forward because it does not depend on light,

Or the tapestry of time and space, penetrating the ears of men and animals and planets.

Locusts sleeping underground for twenty years hear it all too.

When I am sleeping, my mind chugs away, computing it in my hidden ear,

Which keeps a memory.

When I wake up in the morning, I have an invisible tabulation of new thoughts.

Not so long ago people laughed at this, but since quantum physics, not so much.

November 18, 2011